AMAYA
It’s ridiculous how quickly kindness can sour in your memory.
This morning, Darian’s voice had almost sounded… warm. The words had felt warm in a way I didn’t expect.
Now, hours later, all I can think about is the fact that he only speaks to me that way when no one else is around.
In public, I’m invisible.
And maybe I should be grateful for that, after all, it’s safer if I remain unknown, but I’m not.
I’m irritated. It’s like being given a glimpse of something only to have it snatched away the moment there’s an audience.
By the time the dinner bell echoes faintly through the halls, my annoyance has settled into a heavy feeling I can’t explain. And when the head servant tells me Lucian has requested his meal be brought to his quarters tonight, the contrast between the two brot
