HAILEY
There should genuinely be a medal for surviving Claiming Season especially without outrightly getting railed.
A shiny one.
Maybe with little wolves carved around the edges and the words:
CONGRATULATIONS. YOU DIDN'T LOSE YOUR MIND.
Because honestly? I deserve one.
It's been two whole days since Claiming Season ended and I can finally say, with absolute certainty, that whatever hormonal demon possessed my body has finally packed its bags and left.
Good riddance.
The castle feels normal again.
People are walking around without looking vaguely haunted.
The servants have stopped avoiding eye contact.
The guards have stopped acting like they're one inconvenience away from fighting furniture.
Even Lila came downstairs this morning looking like she'd just returned from war.
We
