It's been three days since I locked myself up in the room and only let the door open when the maids arrived. I hadn't seen Leviathan since the night we argued, I could go see him if I wanted but I didn't know what to say when I do.
I was hunted by the things I said to him before he varnished, words that tortured me to this day.
I had openly picked his brother over him, and unlike the usual Leviathan who would try to scold me or do anything, he varnished. Just like air, he varnished and I didn't hear a single word from him again.
He has been avoiding me since we got here and I didn't understand why.
A faint knock was heard on my door, I groan slightly forcing myself out of bed as I went ahead to open it.
"Good morning my lady, how was your night?" Gandhi stepped in with a basket of new clothes and bedding like she does every morning for the past three days.
She's an old lady with the best heart. She reminds me so much of Hannah.