Aria
I feel so tensed as I walk down the lonely path leading to Ronan's former house. My insides are wrestling, wondering if I should stay at the house of who nearly killed me, or I go to the palace instead.
"The palace is not my house. I just can not breeze in there telling them I want to stay there, have some respect for the royal family," I chide my small wolf.
Sigh.
I keep dragging myself with my bags, hoping I do not run into any single soul, "What would be the odds someone already occupies that place?" Another annoying thought pops up in my head.
I stop walking, feeling frustrated at the raging thoughts in my head, "Come on, stop this," I groan almost yelling out.
I am tired of the web I am currently in, I mean I did not ask for this.
I drop my bags, placing my hands on my waist. This is a lot, worse it is not as if I have some kind of job to assist myself. How am I supposed to take care of myself now?
