(CORRINE)
It's been a week since Locke left.
When did I get so used to sleeping in his arms? When did I become so accustomed to his scent?
"She's an important tool. We need her as Princess Ravenna."
"I have not decided whether I want to have a child with her yet."
Sitting in the armchair, staring into the fire, I recall his words. Why do they hurt so much? I always knew what my purpose here was, what my place was. So, why does it feel like knives are twisting in my stomach when I think about what he said to Bella and to Sigrid?
A tool. At the end of the day, that's what I am, and that is why I was brought here.
I tuck my legs under me, seeking some warmth. Ever since Locke left, I've felt unbearably cold.
My stomach is in knots. I've tried to do what he said. I eat my meals on time. I take the medicine that the healer has been giving me. But I feel tired. I want to sleep all day. Even Sigrid has noted my listlessness, and I don't know how to explain it to her.
