*Killian*
As I make my way toward the dining room, I have never been more grateful for an interruption in my life. I’m on the verge of confessing that I more than like Tia; I hold genuine affection for her. Once those words are spoken, there will be no going back on them.
In the library, I had voiced all the things I don’t want as though that will stop her from delivering them. As though it’s within her nature not to care, not to give. She returned the blasted allowance, offered to reduce her staff, and is concerned with my welfare.
Of course she is, I chastise myself. Until she provides an heir, she’s in danger of losing all this. But the argument runs hollow and untrue. She had shown herself that first day. But not her complete self. She is comprised of myriad facets, complex and intr
