The feeling of helplessness was like being pressed into the mud, without even the right to struggle.
And now they want her to continue sacrificing herself?
Dream on.
She let out a cold laugh, her lips curling into a mocking arc.
She is no saint, nor a sacrificial lamb.
Want her to bow her head again now?
No way.
She has had enough of this cycle of being used, being betrayed, and being hurt.
Caleb Shaw opened his mouth, but no words came out.
He stood there, his lips quivering slightly, his Adam's apple moving up and down, yet he couldn't make a sound.
He wanted to explain, to justify.
But when words were at the tip of his tongue, they felt pathetically pale.
These shackles weighed on him, making it hard to breathe, unable to easily break free.
He wanted to say something, if only a simple "I'm sorry."
But when he met her cold and disappointed eyes, all his words stuck in his throat.
"It's Your Majesty's command."
