Shady

Rana didn’t see him, either. “Um… excuse me?” She asked to the presumably empty room, hoping a servant would pop out of a pantry somewhere.

Rana took a deep breath and stuck her head around the corner to see if she could find a servant or something to beg for some water.

Rana meandered for a while until she managed to find the kitchen, but hesitated at the entrance, suddenly too bashful to go in. Was she being rude? Should she wait ...

Rana took a while to settle in and calm down, but once she did she passed out fairly quickly. She was exhausted to the bone and grateful for an actual ...

(Sure! Sounds great to me!)

(Sure! Anyone in mind? Honestly might be cool to have some Ewan/Rana time they seem like they’d vibe. Or a Keep tour? Idk)

Rana shut the door behind her quickly and rushed for her room, tearing up. (I’m good for a time skip unless you’ve got plans for her to run into someone ...

Rana didn’t respond to that, either, ripping the door open. She felt tears in the back of her throat and she wanted to run and hide before they made it ...

Rana was too flustered to respond to such nonsense and headed for the door, trying to make an escape.

“I’ll be dead too, if you get your way,” she scoffed.

Rana glared at him bitterly. “I’m smarter than her and we both know it.”

“She’s eleven fucking years old,” Rana snarled. “Did you not realize there’s supposed to be a childhood in there between birth and being pawned off to the highest bidder?”

“Oh, yes, thank you, dear father of mine, for trying to pawn me off on a man I met five minutes ago who lives weeks upon weeks from my home. ...

“Yes, Father,” Lia murmured then scurried away, choosing the nearer room that wouldn’t involve having to walk past the two of them. Rana steeled her nerve for whatever was to ...

“Yes, sir,” Lia murmured miserably, embarrassed.