Swallow your pride 2

Incident

Isadora's PoV

Isidora's heart was racing, a mix of disbelief and jealousy coursing through her veins. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed, Arya kissing Aurelius right in front of everyone. And Aurelius hadn't seemed to mind it at all. The students around them were murmuring and whispering, clearly shocked by the unexpected display of affection. Isidora felt a pang in her chest, a wave of hurt and confusion washing over her. She couldn't shake the feeling that things were slowly spiraling out of control, and she had no idea how to stop it.

Isidora slipped away quietly, disappearing into the shadows. She couldn't bear to watch anymore, the sight of Aurelius kissing Arya in front of everyone burning a hole in her heart. As she walked away, she could still hear the whispers and murmurs of the students, their shocked reactions to the scene that had just unfolded. She felt an intense rush of emotions, a mixture of jealousy, hurt, and confusion overwhelming her.

As Isidora slipped away, no one seemed to notice her absence. Everyone was too busy muttering and staring at the unexpected scene between Aurelius and Arya. Isidora quietly made her way through the corridors, her mind swirling with emotions.
She walked aimlessly, her thoughts jumbled and conflicted. The image of Aurelius kissing Arya played on loop in her mind, making her heart ache. She couldn't understand why Aurelius had kissed Arya back, why he hadn't pushed her away. Had he secretly been interested in Arya all along?

She finally found herself in empty Great Hall. She sat down on a bench, burying her face in her hands and trying to make sense of her tangled emotions.
She continued to replay the events of the evening in her mind, each memory like a dagger twisting in her heart. The tension between Marcus and Aurelius, the argument over her, Arya's sudden kiss...

Tears welled up in her eyes, and she cursed herself for being so sensitive. Why did it bother her so much? Why was she feeling so hurt and confused by all of this?

She wiped away her tears, sniffing and trying to regain control over her emotions. She knew she shouldn't let it get to her, that it wasn't worth crying over. But the image of Aurelius kissing Arya was burned into her mind, and she couldn't shake the feeling of hurt and jealousy that came with it.
She was conflicted, torn between her feelings for Aurelius and the unexpected display of affection between him and Arya. She knew that she had no right to feel jealous, that Aurelius wasn't hers to claim. But at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a pang of longing and desire.

Isidora's emotions were a storm brewing within her, a swirling vortex of hurt, confusion, and desire. The memories of the evening replayed in her mind, each one sending a pang of pain through her chest. She tried to push it all away, to focus on something else, but it was like trying to hold back a flood with her bare hands.

Marcus's humiliation, the shame she felt when she took off her shirt to not reveal... that she and her brother love each other's more than is appropriate? Is it even true?
...Arya...kiss...

She slammed her fist on the table in frustration and energy began to build dangerously inside her.
The ancient magic stirring with the intensity of her emotions. She could feel it coursing through her veins, electric and dangerous. She let out a frustrated scream, her fist slamming into the wooden bench she was sitting.
The air around her crackled with an eerie energy, and the hairs on her arms stood on end. She felt a rush of adrenaline and power coursing through her veins, like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Isidora's heart pounded in her chest as the ancient magic within her reached a fever pitch. The air around her crackled and snapped, a tangible energy that seemed to pulsate and shift. She felt powerful, as if she could do anything, as if she was connected to something deep and primal.