The daylight hours saw me awkward and uncomfortable around my father because of the lingering bitter aftertaste of the argument of the day before. Worse still, it saw me in a position of once again questioning my sanity as I realized Arran had again had perfect opportunity to press his advantage, and yet did not. I kept feeling twinges of guilt throughout the day whenever I thought some evil thing of him, only to once more wonder if I was as completely addled as he whenever I did. Eventually, I got tired of my own mind sending me on an endless spiral and decided I was going to go say something to the Fae King. Arran. Try to sort out where exactly he fell on that line of gentleman or fiend. And maybe see if he knew more about the ridiculous bond plaguing me.
I was trying very hard to deny
