Misa trudged through the hall, barely able to lift her feet from the weight on her shoulders. She had thought her talk with Hethel would have cheered her up for the rest of the day, but the moment they parted, Misa had returned to the grim reality that darkened her path.
The guards were still quiet, though Misa sensed pity or even scrutiny from their watchful eyes. It gave her reason to speed up. She wished she could walk faster, run until they couldn’t see her anymore, but she was too tired to deal with the consequences. Too tired to even run.
So, with her slightly quickened pace, Misa returned to her chambers. She halted when she saw a familiar figure leaning outside her door, and her heart skipped a beat before clenching painfully. Nisha’s warnings played in her mind as sh
