*Mary*
I consider speaking with my father but quickly decide against it, knowing he would only advise me to leave the matter be. That's not an option. So, I change into a dress fit for going on visits and ask to have a carriage made ready.
As it slides through the streets, rain begins to fall, perfectly matching my mood. I find myself wondering, again and again, about the people around me. Why haven't they celebrated the Snow Moon heirs return? Why do they view them with suspicion? Why do they buy into the rumors about Stephan being a coward on the battlefield? Why do they believe that he would force himself on me?
Do they think I could be so easily intimidated, that I wouldn’t report such behavior? I would have fought back, tooth and nail. I would have never willingly succumbed to som
