Seeking Understanding of Apathy
People didn’t know. That a Saint was meant to be a sacrifice.
But they did know. That a Saint’s worth lay in sacrifice.
‘Why am I still alive?’
A product of benevolence, a symbol of sacrifice.
Ninia’s duty should have ended with her sacrificial offering, her life forfeit.
* * *
“I almost missed the fun. Waking up any later would have been a shame.”
A large hand gripped the back of Ninia’s neck.
A chilling sensation washed over her. Ninia could only repeat the same words.
“…I’m sorry.”
“Are you a Grand Duchess or a wind-up doll?”
He unleashed his anger at her.
“Not a Saint, and useless in bed.”
A fiery gaze raked across her. The hand that had held her neck now grasped her cheek, forcing her to meet his eyes.
“What am I supposed to do with you?”
