Bertha's heart was beating faster than the pounding in her head as she walked on the path that she hadn't walked for more than a week now.
But tonight, she mustered up all her courage and embraced herself to face the consequences of her actions. Determined to drink every drink of guilt, she stopped at the door before she raised her hand and knocked on it.
She looked around, pulling her shawl around her shoulders tightly. The guards were alert on their duty, yet nobody questioned her presence outside the Longhurst mansion at such an odd hour in the night.
She waited with a loudly beating heart before the door swung open. Her eyes snapped up, startled only to meet the pair of eyes that had avoided her like a plague this past week.
The shock was clearly written on Zerith's face as he whispered her name after a long time. "Bertha?"
She gulped now contemplating if she had done the right thing.
