I should have pushed aside my hesitations and thought nothing of embarrassment, knowing that it'll be the last time. I was thinking of the possibility of failure to occur. It's typical of me.
But I could not give it to Rose in front of the king, her father, especially when he already took the feeling of suspicion toward me. And I could never stoop so low to do such a thing. But why is regret eating me now?
How unbelievable and a disgrace of me to feel this way. It never occurred that such a day would come, and such emotions had stirred inside me. I thought I was nothing but an empty shell. Incapable of such a thing.
I cannot bear myself to call it the word, but I'll call it a thing instead.
I needed to set aside the thoughts that echoed throughout my head—what an annoyance. I felt the feeling crawling on my chest, tightening at every pump of my heart. It's infuriating.
