Trinity’s POV:
I sat in the room, examining the gauze that Ashton had wrapped around my newly bloodied wrist. The castle gauzes are much better than the Academy's, but that's what is expected since it was literally made for royalty. I sighed and didn't even glance at the bathroom that held the knife in one of it's cabinets.
Ashton cared.
He cared that I was hurting myself, and didn't care when he found out who my claimed gods were. He didn't believe I was a curse, nor did he believe that I had killed anyone. He thought I was sweet, strong, and somewhat sensitive.
He didn't think I was a danger.
I heard a knock on the door, and there was only one person it could possibly be. "General, I don't want to talk about it, I told you," I call out, fiddling with the strings fro
