𝐋𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝.

the tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.

i said i felt nothing, but that wasn't true. the truth was, from the moment i woke up, i would feel a swirling cacophony of emotion. but it was easier to sweep them up in a pile and store them away instead of processing every piece.

“Mm.. perhaps one of the great halls? The men like to gather there to gossip, don’t they?” She giggles softly, biting her lip.

"Rich and beautiful." She murmured, pointing to some boys who were whispering and looking at her a little further ahead.

She grins quietly, chewing on her lip. “You would help me, my lady?”