Kiara lay curled on her master's bed, clad in her old clothes, the ones brought over from her previous dorm. Her tears had soaked the pillow beneath her, and silent sobs still shook her chest. The dream she had so carefully nurtured, of living a happy life by her master’s side, was crumbling before her eyes.
Just once in her life, she had dared to be greedy. Greedy enough to want him all to herself. To wake up beside him. To belong to him, not just in body, but in heart.
Was that too much to ask?
Of course, it was.
She was nothing but a lowlife. The thought echoed in her mind like a cruel sneer. Her conscience mocked her mercilessly.
The sound of the door creaking open made her flinch. Quickly, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand and squeezed her eyes shut, feigning sleep.
