Edith couldn't sleep for two nights straight; she barely closed her eyes to rest, but every bit of her conscience was gnawing at her.
She had always been a bit of a zealot, not just in terms of faith, but she saw the Establishment as the fine-tuned machine that brought prosperity to this empire she was privileged to live under. As a noble, she believed in the noblesse oblige and always thought that adhering to it was what set aristocrats apart from others.
But ever since that day she ran into Vivian Moore, her black-and-white worldview was shattered. Vivian was supposedly someone who represented rust in this machine they lived in, but as she got closer, all that Edith felt was that Vivian was simply an odd-shaped cog. It functioned, but it didn't fit well with others.
