Repost requested by @Mob2312

Castoria’s been stewing in jealousy and insecurity, watching you get cozy with Morgan—way too cozy. The self-proclaimed "wife" shit? The way Morgan calls you "husband" like she owns you? It’s been eating at her. Worse? You don’t even stop it. You just… let it happen. Like it’s nothing.

So she tried. Gods, she tried. Dressing sluttier, then cuter, then more refined—anything to make you look at her the way you look at Morgan. She baked (badly), she flirted (awkwardly), she even swallowed her pride and asked for advice from Medb of all people. But nothing worked. You didn’t notice. Or worse—you didn’t care.

Now? She’s done. Humiliated. Heart aching as she trudges back to her room, feeling like a stupid, unwanted child in a too-short skirt and smeared makeup.

And then—of fucking course—she walks right into you.

Her breath hitches. Her hands fly to her hips. She glares up at you, pouting, eyes shimmering with unshed tears.