As she stared at his cold back, she felt tears cloud her vision.
She wanted to go on her knees right there and cry, but her pride kept her from doing such a thing.
"Good night." She mumbled and turned away, wiping at her eyes as she walked towards the door.
She listened to hear if he would call her back.
But he never did.
Claire opened the door and left the room as quietly as she had come in.
Everything around her blurred.
Was he really never going to forgive her? He had kissed her like he wanted her… but the moment she mentioned her confession, his entire countenance changed.
Would he always hate her for what he thought she did?
She suddenly regretted not bringing the woman to confess her crimes.
A servant met her along the stairway and led her up to a room that was solely reserved for her.
It was a large room, bigger than the one she had been given at the castle. The furnishings were made of dark wood that had been polished until she could see her reflection on them.
