The mirror to my heart

The Answer

Ophelia slept nearly twelve hours ever night but she never felt well-rested. Ever since she came back to Anima, she dreaded waking up in the morning.
No amount of work could distract her from the feeling of uselessness and the longing ache in her heart that begged her to find Thorn. She had thought through every single escape plan but none of them let her avoid the eyes of god. With god on her tail she could never look for Thorn, because she would lead god right to him. It would be too dangerous. It was her duty as a wife to at least protect her husband, even if she can't be with him. Thus, she would have to continue living this meaningless, boring life until a knight in shining armor (or in her case: an intendant with a shiny watch) came to save her. Ever since her museum was transformed into a decorated trashcan for old, useless things of the new world, she didn't have a meaningful task to fill her day anymore. Now her days consisted of helping her mother or other family members out with their jobs and secretly talking to aunt Roseline about their time at the Pole. Aunt Roseline missed the Pole just as much as her, which was a surprise to Ophelia. She had always though she had but a huge burden on her aunt for dragging her over there. But aunt Roseline's friendship with Berenilde as well as her crush on Archibald (or so Ophelia assumes) cause her to miss the pole nearly as much as Ophelia. What made Ophelia's sadness even worse was the gossip her family was spreading. They kept calling Thorn cold and rude, sometimes even primitive. Only Ophelia knew the truth. Only Ophelia knew how smart, caring and considerate Thorn could be. She could never tell her family. Every time she had tried to protest they just talked over her which was not hard to do, considering how quietly she talked.
This was another reason she missed Thorn: he always wanted to hear what she had to say. It was as though she wasn't whole anymore ever since he left that cell. Ever since he left her.

Even in her sleep she could escape this crippling feeling of missing half of herself. She dreamt of Thorn every singe night. She dreamt of how he sat in prison with his leg completely destroyed and still managed to be attentive and loving towards her. Well, as loving as Thorn gets. She dreamt of the time he kissed her and how she was so overwhelmed she didn't kiss back. The regret of turning him down, the pain in his eyes when he realized she didn't love him was enough to wake her up every night. It was usually nearly morning when she woke up, her heart pulsating in pain, and it would take all her strength not to cry. When she finally did fall asleep after that, she usually got dreamless sleep for the next few hours. So in reality, she didn't sleep much. She only spent a lot of time dreaming.

These dreams had all the power over Ophelia because while they were terribly sad, they were also the only thing that brought her closer to Thorn. She wanted to sleep because that meant she would see his face.

Because Ophelia had so much time to spare during the day, she had a lot of time to think about her husband. The longing she was feeling, the fact that she wasn't herself when he wasn't around and the way her heart stopped when her mind managed to conjure up an image of Thorn that was nearly identical to the real him, helped her come to the only possible conclusion:
She was irrevocably in love with Thorn.