“Anna? What’s wrong?” Festar’s voice is low, uncertain. His eyes are locked on me.I do not answer. What is there to say? If he plans to touch me like they did, he might as well do it now. The timing is perfect. I am weak, injured, unable to fight back.What I never understand is why I cry every time. You would think it gets easier, that after enough times my heart would learn to go numb. But it never does. Every time it feels like dying all over again.Tears slip down my cheeks. I close my eyes, waiting for it.Instead, after a long silence, I feel a hand brush my skin. Not harsh, not punishing, but soft. My eyes fly open, and Festar is staring down at me with an expression I cannot comprehend. His thumb moves slowly across my cheek, wiping away my tears. His eyes glisten, heavy with something I do not expect—sadness.“Princess, I do not know what goes on in your head. And trust me, I wish I did. But whatever it is, I need you to understand one thing.” His voice cracks, and my heart 
 Last Updated : 2025-09-29
Last Updated : 2025-09-29