C7 The weight of their doubt

It was impossible to sleep. Korrin's smirk would always gleam in the darkness when I closed my eyes, and his voice would drift like smoke through the recesses of my thoughts. It will be mine. The shadows within me reacted, agitated, skulking, as if they knew him—were hungry for him.

I was pacing my chamber at dawn, twitching my fingers and humming uneasily