Aria obeyed, forcing her breathing under control. " This isn't me. It wasn't me…"
When she opened her eyes, she felt calmer,r but the lingering pain was very much real.
The morning light shone through her curtains, turning the room golden.
Aria pressed her palms to her face, rubbing away her tears.
The original Aria deserved better–so did Ravensdale.
She would fix everything, build her retirement, no matter what.
She got up to dress but her chamber door burst wide open. Isolde and father stormed in.
[Oh-uh. Here comes trouble]
"You!"
Isolde's face was twisted in rage.
"Explain this!"
She threw down a letter addressed from the magistrates'office at her feet.
Aria stared at the paper dully, feeling more irritated by their rudeness.
"Twelve Thousand crowns!" Isolde shrieked like a banshee.
"Twelve Thousand crowns! Without a word to us?? How? You stole it didn't you? Or you sold yourself in an alley like the whore that you are!"
