The pillow wall had quietly disappeared two nights ago, though neither of them had said anything about it directly. It had simply not been rebuilt, and Eleanore had let the matter drop without comment, which was, in its own way, its own kind of admission.
Tonight, though, she found herself lying rigidly on her side the moment she heard Caelestis's footsteps approaching the room, eyes squeezed shut, breathing carefully measured into something that was meant to pass for sleep. It was, in hindsight, a ridiculous plan. She was fully aware of how ridiculous it was even as she committed to it.
You are a grown woman, married even, she told herself, listening to the door open and close softly. You do not need to fake sleep like some nervous young lady.
And yet.
