Thrusting, jabbing and cutting at the air, Leif practiced for most of the day until he could have collapsed into an exhausted heap. In fact.. he did! And remained a sweaty mess within a nearby resting chair as he stared off into the grounds in thought. He kept thinking back to that letter, to Valentina being so upset, and all of the events that had been crushing down on him throughout his short time with her. Even before they met, he had dawned his masked persona, but it was becoming increasing more difficult now as the war raged on, and hiding it from her was no small task.
Not to mention, he was also hiding the fact Attie was still alive....
Angsar's breath! What ought he to do!? Reclining back in the chair, he worked at wiping the sweat from his face before making his way back inside, but not before giving one more angry thrust with his sword to the air- his eyes glaring towards the setting sun.
Once inside, he went to draw a bath, and found himself even then- miserable in his relaxing. It made his skin itch to think she was ignoring him so- what was this? The third day now? It was practically unbearable, and he reclined his head back to rest on the porcelain tub's lip to consider what he ought to do...
And he began to wonder how foolish he was becoming. But in all honesty, what other choice did he have? Eventually, frustration got the better of him, and drying off and tying on his robe, he went down to his study nad pulled the invitation out of the trash and simply stared at it.
Gods be damned. Was he actually considering caving?