onehellofajellyfish
Twisted Wonderland, Post Riddle Overblot, Treyrid.
Riddle's veins still hummed with the echo of the power rush that had nearly consumed him. It would be easier if the entire experience had simply been horrible, but even though shame permeated every second of his memories, the euphoria had been intoxicating. Head bowed, doubt swelled up inside of his chest.
He removed his crown, barely sparing his reflection a glance before discarding it next to his scepter on his bed. There was no rule that invalidated his leadership, but...
A light knock at the door offered a reprieve from his thoughts.
There were few people who would brave the potential storm and see him so soon after the incident. Foolishly hopeful, Riddle raised his head. "Come in."
He'd almost managed to sound composed.
"How are you holding up?" Trey let himself in, the answer to prayers Riddle didn't deserve to make. His expression was soft. "I see you're right where I left you."
That was right- Trey had taken him to the nurse's office, brought Riddle back to his room, and then Riddle had been frozen there the entire time.
Riddle shrugged. "Well, there's nothing else to be done about it. I guess."