Flint couldn't calm down.
Not one bit.
In his room, seated on his bed, he tapped his feet on the ground over and over again.
Breath a bit out of control, heart beating fast-
'Now what?'
It was only noon.
He needed to prepare to head over to the earl's place and train but-
But he didn't feel like it.
If anything, he just wanted to lie down, sleep and make this day end.
After all, he wanted to find out- he wanted to find out if Anne really was the culprit.
'She told me she didn't… wait-'
Now that he remembered it-
She never explicitly stated she didn't do it.
'Destroying villages in my spare time, is not one of my hobbies…'
But-
It didn't mean, she never did it or-
Biting his teeth hard, he grabbed his hair- not knowing what to do anymore.
The world spun, the feelings surged.
What now?
What was he going to do?
What could he even do?
As the thoughts raged on, anguish and guilt and even despair slowly crept in.
