The maids found me in my state and had seated me in the bed while they cleaned up around me. I felt guilty, somewhat pathetic for my outburst, but mostly guilty for the damage I had caused. Their first words to me were an assurance that they would not tell my husband what had happened. That was enough to prove where I stood here, an object to him.

Raiel's Point:

The maids were more active than usual, I eventually decided to follow one before my company would arrive. She threw something, a large ball of cloth into the washing rooms. Curiously, I waited until she left before investigating. It smelled like him, you couldn't miss that omega's smell anywhere. It must've come from his room, what did he do this time? I bet its filled with his cum, anyone would want to get with me. In his dreams, I would not be so easily swayed.

It came crashing onto me, then. The smell of blood was so potently strong and I didn't notice how I ran to the basin to pull the cloth out. There it was, clear as day, his blood on this cloth. No other smell, just his and this blood. My grip was so tight that I had nearly ripped the fabric and I snapped my head when a maid entered holding a bag filled with items. I ripped it from her hands and roared for her to leave. She ran away and I opened the bag, tossing the contents out onto the floor. Broken glass with blood, a large amount of washcloths with blood on it. How much blood was there? What happened to him?

There it was, gawking at me with every sense of stupid pride. It was the scarf he had worn earlier today. It had some of his hair on it, but the smell still wafted around it. What did he do? What in hell's name did he do?

I hated being interrupted, an old woman entered the wash and glared at me from the door. I turned, my entirety able to communicate my message but she did not move. She was the gardener, if I recall.

"Master," she greeted curtly.

"Get out, I need to be alone," I snapped at her, turning back and kicking a broken perfume bottle onto its side.

"Very well, I understand that the act of Sin is one which a person must confront on his own," she said before leaving. Those words echoed in my ears. For a moment, a brief moment, his face flashed before me. I saw the sudden pain in his eyes when I told him that I didn't want him, even for his body.

I picked up the bottle and threw it against the wall. I would not be so easily swayed, by heaven or hell. I would not be broken by my sin - not my sin, this situation. I would not be swayed by this situation.

Edam's Point:

"Come now, let's see if we can't get these dirty marks off of you," Aunty said quietly. The maids had left and I was left, sitting on the bed and staring at something. She had been very patient. I don't know why, personally. She had set out some new clothes but was well to sit down next to me and rub my back. I had to relent at some point, I let her take me to the bathroom where a maid had run a bath of water.

She knew that I wanted to be alone, but after today, she didn't trust me to be entirely alone. So after she set me in the bath, she sent another servant to take the dirty clothes to the wash and seated herself outside the bathroom door.

As I haphazardly splashed water on myself, I'd hear her knock to check up on me. Eventually, she began to tell me a story. It was strange, she was like a granny to me now. She was really the only granny I had at this point. The thought was more depressing than I'd like to admit.

"Ninho? You know you don't have to be strong for us. You just have to be strong enough for you, everyone else can go fall off a cliff."