You made your way to the bedroom, the silence of the house weighing heavily on your shoulders.
As you changed out of Neuvillette's shirt and coat that you had worn to keep warm on the way here, you couldn't help but feel the absence of your beloved family.
A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you began to pack your belongings into a bag.
Guilt gnawed at your conscience like a relentless predator.
You had succumbed to temptation and slept with another man, a betrayal that weighed heavily on your heart.
Leaving Wriothesley, the man you loved and who had been your anchor in life, felt like the most terrible act of cruelty.
The thought of how he would feel, the pain he would endure, and the hurt you were causing Sigewinne haunted you.
Yet, you were trapped in a web of complexity, bound to Neuvillette by an unbreakable mate bond.
You wondered if Rukkhadevata, your confidant and mentor, might have the wisdom to guide you through this treacherous path.
It was a situation you needed counsel for, a decision that could shatter the lives of those you held dear.
With a heavy heart, you sealed the bag containing your essentials and hurriedly left the house, unable to bear the weight of your own guilt and confusion within its walls.
Your footsteps echoed with the resounding emptiness in your chest as you made your way to Neuvillette's home, a sprawling mansion that now held the burden of your belongings and the tangled mess of your emotions.
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Neuvillette sat in his grand office, his pen dancing across the paperwork that seemed endless, a testament to his role as the Ludex of Fontaine.
The weight of responsibility was a familiar companion, but today, mercifully, his schedule contained no trials.
It seemed like he might be able to leave work on time for a change.
However, a soft knock at the door interrupted his concentration.
"Come in," he called, not looking up from his work.
Then, his eyes flicked up as you entered, your face streaked with tears.
"Neuvi..." you whispered, closing the door behind you.
In an instant, Neuvillette was on his feet, the papers forgotten as he rushed to your side.
"Love, what happened?" he asked, concern etched on his face as he held you gently, your trembling form a stark contrast to the usually composed Ludex.
You buried your head deep into Neuvillette's chest, your sobs muffled by his clothing.
