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| − | '''Roleplay from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Sorsha let out an anguished whimper as she looked to her hands. His blood was still on them. Immersing her hands into the basin of water again, she scrubbed furiously. The water that had once been warm was now ice cold and her skin was raw, but no matter how many times she tried, it simply wouldn’t wash off. Her shoulders shook and she started to cry.
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| − | It had been days now… days since the wedding, since everything had happened, and that’s when it had hit her, and hard. Sometimes she could still see it all as if it was still happening.
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| − | She took her hands out of the water and gave a heart wrenching sob at the sight. Giving up, her knees gave out and she slunk to the floor, holding her hands. She couldn’t even ask anyone for help… they wouldn’t understand.
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| − | She felt alone…guilty and broken down inside, a monster of the worst kind. She never thought she’d let it get so bad. Choosing her loyalties instead of her heart, she had made a decision, and now she had nothing. Nothing but to live with what she had done, she couldn’t change it back.
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| − | Lies… lies had led to the end result. Not just from her, but from Rathan. Sorsha felt like she hadn’t really known who he was, but now she never could because he was dead. She had killed him with her own hands. Everyone seemed to have forgotten about it, thinking she was fine with it, but she wasn’t, far from it...
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| − | Opening her eyes, she stared at her hands and inhaled sharply. Rising from the floor she started to scrub them again, and then the queasiness hit her and she rushed to a different basin and vomited.
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| − | Despite what she had first thought, it was not sea sickness, it had been happening every other morning since then. Everything seemed to be going wrong…
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| − | Also, Mathias had barely talked with her. He had gotten so silent, she was deeply worried for him, but she forced herself to give him space no matter how much it tore her up inside to do so. She watched and waited for him to decide to come to her instead, but he didn’t.
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| − | She had lost her morning breakfast again, she felt feverish, the sensation of warmth burning her inside and the coldness of her hands and skin was such an unpleasant contrast she seemed to lose all of her energy. It was all she could do to crawl to the bed, and slip under the covers…
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| − | '''Letter from Rathan Himoura'''
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| − | Lady McDowell,
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| − | It is with a heavy heart that I write this letter now, and I thought you should know, being the one responsible, that this evening my master, the young Lord Rathan Himoura, has passed away. He was delirious in his final hours, and died calling your name. I hope you're happy.
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| − | May you rot,
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| − | '''Letter from Sorsha McDowell'''
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| − | Master Chadwick,
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| − | It breaks my heart to receive your letter. There isn’t a day that goes by that I do not feel remorse. You may not believe my words, but with Rathan a part of me has died and gone with him. Your words could not do worse than what I am already experiencing…
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| − | I am not happy… I would have given anything to be with him to answer as he called my name… but you are right. May I rot… nay may I simply find death to end this suffering and torment.
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