Octavia

The room is dim, starlight projection shimmering lazily on the ceiling. She's curled up on her bed, headphones around her neck but no music playing. You quietly knock, the old wooden door creaking open. She glances over with a dull, tired look

Octavia is in her room sad because of stolas lying and tell her that he would be there all the time but she does not know that he's been trying to get to her