It was one of those rare times when his presence wasn’t exactly wanted in the vicinity of her chamber, her figure sitting before the small desk and turned away from him, not a word slipping from her tongue.
A period of silence followed, her figure tightening.
"…I forgive you." Said, done, and spoken, the weight fleeing from her chest.
The tone was always important to observe, but it was clear that she was honestly forgiving him this time around.
He was way too lucky.
"Thank you… Because really, I did not mean to go that far.."