#judgementswake

When she lived at the abbey, every day was much the same, from the meals to her lessons, to the long afternoons spent reading or embroidering. Sometimes she’ll take a walk by the sea if she can manage it. The scenery hardly changed, and time passed terribly slowly. Slower because she was in waiting, for those rare occasions when her brother would visit. Always unannounced, always claiming to be just passing by. She’ll tell him not to let her waste his time even though she wants the opposite. During those visits, time seemed to fly.