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Carina took a step back so she could look at Natalia properly, a stern expression settling on her features, "Don't go working through your lunch. Take a proper break, get away from the papers and go for a walk or something. I mean it, Natalia. I'll now if you don't." She threatened, but kept her voice light and airy so the woman knew she was joking, "Seriously, though, please take a proper break. You work so hard as it is, you don't need to work through your break."
With a final look to the adviser to plead with her to do as she had been asked, Carina quietly excused herself from the library to head back upstairs. It wasn't as though she didn't want to work, it had helped distract her for at least a short period of time, but the weightlessness of the pain medication was calling to her and Carina was all to eager to answer it by curling up in bed and taking a short nap. The interaction with Sven had also exhausted it, despite the briefness of it, and only served to bring forth all the painful self-hatred she had previously done so well to fight back against after he had burned her the night before.
Before she had seen his reopened wound, she had considered them even. She had hurt him (albeit inadvertently) and he had returned the favour. However, now she realised they would never be even. He had multiple stab wounds on his body while she had the one burn.
She made a brief detour to Lorcan's library to visit her son, having a cuddle with him in the rocking chair beside his cot. She attempted to focus on him, rather than the replays of the confrontation between her and Sven that played out on autopilot without her consent, her watching them as if the figures of herself and Sven were truly in the room with her. She cooed and talked in a soft, soothing voice to Lorcan as he stared up at her, and Carina was grateful to have caught him at that precise moment. Although, as she began to sing gently to him, his little eyes began to flutter shut and he was soon asleep in her arms.
Having gotten her dose of him, for now at least, she placed him carefully back into the cot and bid a quiet goodbye to the nanny who had been reading in the corner. The young Queen continued onto her room, hesitating once she had closed the door behind her. Now she had gotten there, and had left Natalia and their friendly conversation behind, Carina was nervous about the silence that filled her room dauntingly. It served to remind her of the past week, between the visits of Natalia and Lorcan, and made her all too aware of the cruel thoughts that were sneering and giggling in the back of her mind.
Not wanting to be perturbed by such things, she hastily moved to the bed and sat to ease her shoes from her feet. The tide that threatened to overwhelm her kept lashing out at her, determined to break through and drown her altogether. However, Carina laid back and out on the bed, reaching down for the throw blanket at the end of it and pulled it up over herself. She rolled onto her other side, keeping her back to the door and buried her face into the mountain of pillows at her disposal, squeezing her eyes shut as she willed herself into a tense and uneasy nap.
With a final look to the adviser to plead with her to do as she had been asked, Carina quietly excused herself from the library to head back upstairs. It wasn't as though she didn't want to work, it had helped distract her for at least a short period of time, but the weightlessness of the pain medication was calling to her and Carina was all to eager to answer it by curling up in bed and taking a short nap. The interaction with Sven had also exhausted it, despite the briefness of it, and only served to bring forth all the painful self-hatred she had previously done so well to fight back against after he had burned her the night before.
Before she had seen his reopened wound, she had considered them even. She had hurt him (albeit inadvertently) and he had returned the favour. However, now she realised they would never be even. He had multiple stab wounds on his body while she had the one burn.
She made a brief detour to Lorcan's library to visit her son, having a cuddle with him in the rocking chair beside his cot. She attempted to focus on him, rather than the replays of the confrontation between her and Sven that played out on autopilot without her consent, her watching them as if the figures of herself and Sven were truly in the room with her. She cooed and talked in a soft, soothing voice to Lorcan as he stared up at her, and Carina was grateful to have caught him at that precise moment. Although, as she began to sing gently to him, his little eyes began to flutter shut and he was soon asleep in her arms.
Having gotten her dose of him, for now at least, she placed him carefully back into the cot and bid a quiet goodbye to the nanny who had been reading in the corner. The young Queen continued onto her room, hesitating once she had closed the door behind her. Now she had gotten there, and had left Natalia and their friendly conversation behind, Carina was nervous about the silence that filled her room dauntingly. It served to remind her of the past week, between the visits of Natalia and Lorcan, and made her all too aware of the cruel thoughts that were sneering and giggling in the back of her mind.
Not wanting to be perturbed by such things, she hastily moved to the bed and sat to ease her shoes from her feet. The tide that threatened to overwhelm her kept lashing out at her, determined to break through and drown her altogether. However, Carina laid back and out on the bed, reaching down for the throw blanket at the end of it and pulled it up over herself. She rolled onto her other side, keeping her back to the door and buried her face into the mountain of pillows at her disposal, squeezing her eyes shut as she willed herself into a tense and uneasy nap.