It had taken a surprising amount of effort to bring herself to these flats, especially with the intent she had that morning. Many nights spent awake had convinced her of the inevitability of such an endeavour, but she had successfully put it off for the last few months.
Her conscience had finally gotten the best of her.
She knew, in regards to the man she knew to be on the other side of the door, that she had quite far to go before being worthy enough to even be considered an equal. She had behaved, she sighed silently to herself, like a self-consumed hellion for some time, and she could only imagine the undeserved grief and annoyance she had caused Leathan. Her extreme inconsideration beside, she had pushed him away as callously as one would a common houself, and only after he'd offered his unconditional support.
She was lower than scum, she was beginning to think.
Leaning back on her heel, her floral summer dress swaying just a touch, she breathed deeply before working up the courage to knock on the door. Her knuckles barely sounded down the corridor, but she felt herself tensing as if someone had slammed a door, her eyes falling to the ground.




