â i wasnât. â she REPEATS again, brows bridging together in a FURROW. her face is still, untouched water as it waits for something to break the SURFACE. sin would be DAMNED if sheâll let alan take the couch or floor. she wouldnât let him with his bad leg & it would be no problem. she wouldnât CROSS that threshold again. she couldnât even if they would be back to back. sin allows the POISON of earlier events to steep into her veins, she pressed her hands into her eyes. sin wonders how she looks for a moment with her ARMOR undone. almost as if she were freely dancing at the goblin market. she is not in her ELEMENT, sheâs sharing a flat with the RYVES brothers. she knows she wonât get the luxury of comfort from alan. itâs much like her relationship with her father, denying herself of what could have been. except there is nothing between her and alan except this bed. alan is an ANNOYANCE at first sight, but she finds her frustrations spilling, â NOTHING is okay. i let the market down, iâm supposed to be a leader, their leader. â sheâs searching for what it means to be the leader her people need, the crown that was supposed to be surrendered to her is now threatened. could she even be what they want her to be ?Â