Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-5543592-20191028184910

Nyasia walked at his side, careful where she stepped without her shoes. She glanced over at Helian's face, wondering if he had picked up on anything she'd said to him earlier.

He had not seemed particularly interested. She had not even considered that--what if he simply did not fancy her? It was possible she could have imagined everything she felt coming from him. Nyasia had been accused of having an overactive imagination before.

What would that feel like? To be rejected, by a common serving boy no less. Embarressing, at first. A shame that would never wash off, or perhaps feel that way. But then beneath it, more importantly, pain. The first person she would open herself up to and he did not want her.

In way, she wondered if she had been doomed at birth to the same loveless marriage her mother and father had been trapped in. How could two people, both of whom she had loved, hate each other so completely?