Svetlana
I opened my eyes slowly to find King Nikolai glaring at me with rage.
“You little human!” He snarled as he lifted his hand, ready to hit me but he paused midway, exhaling as he dropped his hand slowly.
He scowled as he walked away, pacing around a moment. “She’s not allowed to die, you must live to suffer for what your ancestors did!” He barked and tears streamed down my cheeks.
Zina was at the side, staring at me pitifully, I was filled with indignation for her. Why did she save me? Why didn’t she let me die in peace?
“Keep a close eye on her, I want her to be transferred for the east wing tomorrow, that beast has done enough harm to my slaves, if you want death, I’ll offer it to you on a platter.” With that, he turned around, dashing out of the room while I began to sob.
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