Frost quietly followed behind Khione, unsure how to break through the awkward tension. Normally she'd be cursing him, beating him or mocking him but instead she was utterly silent. Her eyes staring dead ahead as she walked in a somewhat robotic manner.
Internally she was fighting, her embarrassment contending with her anger and rage. She came to Frost's room at the crack of dawn hoping to beat out some of her frustrations.
Her mother forced her to listen to sermon after sermon regarding both her behaviour and the prospect of marrying or at least getting to know Frost better as a man to the point that she felt as though her ears had started to bleed.
Only after reaching her upmost limit was she then allowed to retire to her room and rest. A short period that was both pleasant and disturbing. Thanks to her mother as well as her elder sisters that took the opportunity to voice their own opinions she couldn't help but see Frost in her dreams.
