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I sat at the vanity, Becca gently brushing out my hair. She had been terrified this morning and had heavily chastised me about what happened last night.
She and Edna had come with a message from Fashire, basically restricting me from ever leaving the castle premises until further notice. Becca mentioned it was the best outcome and best for my safety.
It was honestly a trivial punishment for what I had done last night, and I was just realising how dangerous that decision had been.
I had rudely walked out on the king and other nobles. Going outside these walls would be very dangerous at this point.
I needed to stop reacting.
He was right. I really could have died. The King could have easily killed me at that moment.
I couldn't afford another mistake like that.
