The Weight Of Prospects
Flora leaned against the gleam of the lighted beacon on the small table in the hushed common room, her mind a worried swell. The bruiting voices in the background was like a fading echo, yet within, her family's weighty heritage smothered her like a distance of heavy sword. She wore the burden of anticipation of her father's rise to former glory — a heritage always that sounded like a guiding lamp and an added burden.
“ Flora, you’ve been quiet all evening, ” Adrian remarked, his tone gentle yet laced with concern as he joined her at the small table. “ What’s on your mind? ”
Flora looked up, her eyes conveying a blend of vulnerability and determination." I keep allowing of all the effects that I should have done," she spoke in a tale, hardly audible." About how m
