❝ i wasn’t. ❞ she REPEATS again, brows bridging together in a FURROW. her face is still, untouched water as it waits for something to break the SURFACE. sin would be DAMNED if she’ll let alan take the couch or floor. she wouldn’t let him with his bad leg & it would be no problem. she wouldn’t CROSS that threshold again. she couldn’t even if they would be back to back. sin allows the POISON of earlier events to steep into her veins, she pressed her hands into her eyes. sin wonders how she looks for a moment with her ARMOR undone. almost as if she were freely dancing at the goblin market. she is not in her ELEMENT, she’s sharing a flat with the RYVES brothers. she knows she won’t get the luxury of comfort from alan. it’s much like her relationship with her father, denying herself of what could have been. except there is nothing between her and alan except this bed. alan is an ANNOYANCE at first sight, but she finds her frustrations spilling, ❝ NOTHING is okay. i let the market down, i’m supposed to be a leader, their leader. ❞ she’s searching for what it means to be the leader her people need, the crown that was supposed to be surrendered to her is now threatened. could she even be what they want her to be ?