Valkyrie
Anna’s smile softened as she stepped closer, her voice adopting a syrupy sweetness. “You’re so brave, Madam Valkyrie,” she cooed, her tone dripping with false admiration. “To carry this burden alone—it’s admirable. Truly.”
Her words were meant to comfort, but they carried an odd undertone I couldn’t quite identify. Still, I was too wrapped up in my own turmoil to notice the shift in her demeanor.
“I don’t feel brave,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I feel... lost.”
Anna tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting in the dim light. “Sometimes, being lost is the first step to finding your true path.”
Something about her tone made me glance at her sharply, but her expression remained carefully composed. She reached out as if to touch my arm, but I stepped back ins
