Re: The Betrothed/The Hunter
She was huddled against the window, not particularly cold, but making sure she was as small as possible, as inconspicuous as possible. She didn't want anyone to look at her. Anyone. At all. The ring on her finger was heavy, her thumb brushed over the large diamond time and again. Fidgeting.
The last few months felt like a blur that she couldn't quite retain in her head. She just had the dread settled in her stomach, a constant companion.
Of course there was nothing she could do about it. The wedding. Her husband. She just had to go along with it. That was the way. The thought of the wedding night made her feel sick, but she was sure everyone could tell how reluctant she was. How ungrateful she was. She was a freak. Everyone could tell. She knew they could.