I had been hoping that I would start to feel better by the time that dinner rolled around, but as I found myself making my way towards the dining room, I came to realise that I was far from feeling better. I could still hear my fathers’ words in the back of my head, sounding through my mind at the most unfortunate times possible, but there had been nothing that I could have done to stop it, and there wasn’t anything that I could do about it now, either.
After I had found myself standing alone in my fathers’ office, I had made a somewhat desperate attempt to get to my bed chambers without being seen by anyone else. There were honestly no words that could possibly explain what I had spent the rest of the afternoon feeling, but none of it had been good. I wasn’t sure how I had pulled myself
