Almost midnight.
Lenora wasn't sleepy. She didn't feel like doing anything either. So, she just sat on the corner of her bed, her back against the wall, face buried in her legs. Just staying put, doing nothing.
She'd actually gone to the dinner. She'd eaten like there was nothing wrong. She said she would go to Elfrieda. She pretended to be okay.
But now, now that she was here back in her room… the tears didn't flow. She thought they would. She thought she'd be so sad she'd cry her heart out.
Yet no drops leaked. Her heart didn't quiver. Her mind didn't scream at her. Rather, she was calm. So calm, it was starting to shock her.
She loved Xanard. But she didn't love this demon lord. She'd confirmed it earlier when the demon lord was on top of her and looking down. He wasn't the same person.
