I didn’t care that the door slammed shut behind me, and I didn’t care about the fact that the sound bounced off the walls, taunting me as it echoed along the path that I was making my way down. I wanted nothing more than to burn this entire palace to the ground, nothing more than to be able to stab a dagger right into my own grandmothers’ chest for what she had just said to me—but even upon wishing that I could do such a thing, I knew that I wouldn’t. If the dagger had been given to me and angled right into her chest, I would never go through with it.
She was still my grandmother, and as much as I hated to admit it, she had done the right thing. Whether I liked it or not, whether I had wanted it all to happen in that particular way, it was what was always going to happen.
The emotions
