Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-5543592-20191028202201

Nyasia wiped at her eyes now that Helian was gone, wondering what she'd done wrong. Had he always had that much contempt for her, and had merely been good at disguising it until then. His attraction to her had seemed to obvious, but when presented with it he shut down, more formal than he had ever been before. That had hurt the most. That instead of asking her what she'd meant, like a friend would, he'd defaulted back to treating her as a stranger. That he would rather hold her at arm's length than anything else.

She sniffled once-- powerfully, sniffled powerfully. A queen sniffled with distinction. Her snot was better than anyone else's. Sniffled, and wiped at her eyes, hoping that they weren't red. She didn't want Helian, or Shrava, or Emile to see that. To mock, to her face, or behind her back. Her royal highness crying royal tears. Emile had mocked her for her fears, Shrava for who she was. What would Helian mock her for? How she carried herself? Was she expected peel down who she was, brick by brick, until there was nothing left?

It was all Helian's fault, the idiot. Why couldn't he have just listened? Why did he need to jump to such conclusions? She would've given herself to him, had he asked it. She was certain she would have. And now it was all ruined.

She didn't need him anyway. Better this way, wasn't it? It would've been too dangerous anyway. She had said as much to Clodagh.

None of those thoughts were particularly comforting. It still hurt.

Once she was certain he was gone, she made her way back into the inn, careful to avoid the bar, heading up to the suite.