LARA
I already spent too long in the wardrobe room. The only thing I truly wanted was to stay here and sleep on the floor. But I knew that he would never let me. The time was running out and I still hadn't come up with anything.
I put on a simple dress. Not a nightgown. Everything that the gerdian empire had to offer was too revealing to put on into a bed with the enemy. I chuckled to myself as I was brushing my hair, stalling for time.
The enemy... This was what he became to me now. He didn't even realize that. And this was the saddest part in all of that.
When did it happen to him? When did he become like this? Or maybe he was always that person and I just never saw it? I indeed used to beg him just stay with me when I had nightmares in the past. It always felt safer by his side
