Her eyes lids were heavy as she looked at the window, she had barely left her room and barely shown her face around the house. Owen hadn't bothered to make a presence in her room, barely bothered to knock or even try to fight with her. And for once she was thankful for that, thankful for not having to deal with trouble or drama.
Thankful that she could sit down and breathe, thankful that she could sleep and eat, thankful that she could take a walk around the damn place or even leave the mansion at times, even though she was always guarded she didn't mind. As long as he didn't come into her bubble or try to mess with the little peace she had made for herself then she was more than happy to stay in the same house but in different parts.
