~~~~Anya~~~~
Every step back to my room, dragged out longer than the one before it. The corridor was quiet but my thoughts weren't.
Despite all my best efforts, I found myself obsessively reliving the conversation and the moments with Kane back in his study. Or lemme call it, the lack of conversation with him. I had gone into his study, with the intention of expecting another order, or another humiliating task that'll always remind me that I was rejected and never valued, or rather, just another reminder of my place.
But far from that, he had actually thanked me. Well, let me not fully call it that, because it wasn't exactly thanked. He'd rather acknowledge me. And somehow, that kinda disturbed me the most.
Rounding the corner towards my room, I found myself clutching the fabric of
