Regret came only hours later, once she’s calmed down and those pesky tears had dried. Regret, as she learned, was like a heavy stone. It sat at the bottom of her stomach, feeding her shame and fear in a cocktail of disaster.
She didn’t have much experience with regret. She’d never had time to worry about such things when she was always fighting for her life. Death always looked over her shoulder, waiting for its moment to strike.
But having experienced it, she can say with certainty, she didn’t like it at all.
She laid in bed for hours, hoping it would all go away. Even ignoring Accalia’s knock and offer of food. Blasphemous, that she would turn down food but the thought of eating when she’s already swallowed her pride only brought pain.
She wasn’t surprised though when the door opened.
Perhaps, she should’ve been.
“Go away, Accalia,” She called out from where she’d curled under the covers, hoping she would melt into them never seen again.