Rhea Everwood
The heavy door of my room swung shut behind me with a soft thud and I stepped inside, my mind was filled with thoughts that I do not welcome. Just moments before, as I'd approached my chambers, I'd caught sight of Sage. He'd been coming from the opposite direction, his jaw set, his gaze pointedly avoiding mine as he brushed past the entrance to my room and disappeared into his own. A flicker of something maybe hurt? Annoyance? Sparked within me, quickly extinguished.
Sage is nothing to me, I reminded myself, forcing the thought away. This was what I wanted anyway, I wanted to avoid him.
I walked further into the room trying to calm my frayed nerves. My gaze fell upon the plush armchair by the window, a place where I often sought solace. I sank into it and let my mind wan
