“It was my fault. I should have never worn the dress. My fault… all my fault.” Regynn huddled on the bench, clutching the edges of her cloak tightly around her, or as tightly as her trembling fingers would allow.
“Miss? Miss are you okay?” Regynn looked up, giving the Kul Tiran guard a weak smile and nod, “Fine. I’m fine. Thank you.” she said, her voice only cracking once. The guard studied her for a moment then nodded and moved along his way. She watched him go, the smile pasted on her features until he rounded the corner and could no longer see her. Only then did she allow the mask to slip away, revealing the misery that washed over her.
It had been a disaster from the beginning. Dinner with Jonah’s parents. She...