Trigger Warning: Self harm, suicide
"My lady, how are things progressing?"
It had now been six months since the day Agnes came to know the dark dirty secret of her family and had lost her parents in this time. She was about to turn seventeen. To have such a burden on her shoulder to save all these people, she had been pushing herself.
She was visibly thin, despite being provided extensive care and luxuries by the elders. Her silver shiny locks and her radiant skin, all looked dull. Her cheeks had sunken in, her eyes had dark circles. She no longer looked the pure and bright holy maiden she once was.
On this rainy and chilly day, the first elder had paid a visit to her courtyard. He had handed off the work to other lower ranked elders and was just taking reports every now and then. He had not visited Agnes since that day. He was stunned as he looked at her.