I burst into tears like a scared little girl, Glenda just gently pats my body and whispers soothing words to me; hiccups settles in the back of my throat thanks to crying, I clung to her uniform as if my life were running out on it, as I try to restrain my sore groans and moans, the lump in my throat intensifies almost tearing my vocal cords, so my voice is lost when crying attacks me again. Some whispers are spread in the air by some nobles who pass around us, but I don't care, all the modesty that I could be thinking of, disappears quickly, I just want to unload my helplessness without having to hear unnecessary questions that I do not wish to answer.
–Why don't we go inside?– The brunette guides me to the stairs with care because my sight blurred with tears is not helpful
We go up in
