29 Lady Belladonna Of Hermann House

Even though the course of alcohol still ran through her veins, Sylvia could feel her cheeks heating up out of shame. Her heart was heavier than her head, tear ducts filling with warm tears. She sat on the red divan made of velvet fabric, as she looked blinklessly at the opposite walls of the young prince's chamber.

What has she done?

Shame, guilt, regret flowed through her. What has she done? Dylan was purely like a little brother to her. Now her actions have ruined everything, their childhood, their friendship, their...everything.

As she sat there on the divan, a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts engulfed her. The consequences of her actions began to unfold in her mind like an ominous storm approaching. The room felt emptier without Dylan's presence, and the weight of uncertainty pressed heavily on her chest. 

"I think you should leave right now." 

"I think you should leave right now."