HANSEL…
After returning from the market with Osha, I had been restless. Every memory I regained kept making me more confused, and I hated it.
I had lived my life in peace until now. If those memories would hunt me, then I didn't need them, but they were already flooding in each day, making me feel restless, and as though I didn't belong here.
These days, I keep staring at the prince. Having memories of his mate being executed, and the fact that I had the same looks as the lady, was torturing.
He had said that the lady was executed, and I saw myself. Then, who am I? The lady who was stabbed by a man and disguised as a man was who exactly, the prince's mate, or me?
I dug my fingers into my hair and almost pulled them out of my scalp, but I knew even if I did, it would change nothing.
