Outsiders POV
It was a cold day in the underground,the wind was blowing sending a chill down her spine.She readied herself a bath.Sighing as the warm water touched her hands.
"So much has changed"her voice was but a whisper.Stripping she slowly eases herself into the large tub of foamy water.

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{In her mind}
I know I made the right choice in becoming fae,I wouldn't change a thing.But the upcoming events make me nervous.The labyrinth,is a bit too insistent that I find a mate at the ball,and be married within three months.It's not that I'm not greatful to it for what it has given me and Philip,but finding a mate right now.....It just seems so rushed.I dared not tell the labyrith who I secretly admire,nor do I dare tell the admirer for fear of rejection,or being used then thrown aside.A sigh escapes my lips and I plunge my head under the warm water,only to come up a minute later.The water drips off my nose and drips back into the water it is the only noise in the room.My mind won't settle with these uneasy thoughts as I think of him my heart starts to flutter."dam"the curse leaves my mouth.


I need to stop thinking of him he doesn't want me I inwardly chastise myself for it.Standing the cold air hits my body I flinch slightly before drying of and dressing in a robe.My feet carry me to the fireplace in my luxurious room.Before sittting on my usual spot on my black rug in front of the fire place;I pour myself a glass of wine."Who doesn't need to drink alone"I mutter.


The warmth of the fireplace sooths me somewhat as I sip my drink."I love him"those words come out of my out of impulse.But a tear slides down my cheek when I realize these words are true,and not the wine talking
I am such a fool to love him,I set the glass aside and bring my knees to my chest.I try to comfort myself and eventually lay on the furry rug and fall asleep
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An outsider POV

If you looked in th room you would see the golden haired girl sleeping with a tear strained face.The wine glass to her right is half empty.But it is clear that there is something bothering the lass.