“From the first moment that I met him, he has always protected me. Always.”
The tears welling up in my eyes were not tears of sadness.
“You asked me if I wanted to be a queen? When I’m with him, I’m not just a queen, I’m a goddess. When he looks at me, I feel like I’m the only girl in the world. When he looks at me, I don’t have a single flaw. I’m a goddess in his eyes. I’m perfect. Who knew that being loved would feel like this?”
“Stop… Stop it, you’re…”
“Do I still look like I don’t understand? No matter what anyone says, I know for sure. I know what love is. Because I’m happy. I’m so happy to be with him. I’ve never been so happy in my life.”
“Stop…”
“I’m no longer the little girl my brother saved from that he** of a monastery. You’re my brother. The brother that took me from one he** to another he**. So don’t talk to me about love. No matter how much you deny it, you could never compare to a man like Izek. I will never let go of his hands and run to you!”
The loud noise of a mirror shattering to pieces sounded throughout the room.
I couldn’t figure out where it had come from, and something was blocking my sight.
My body, slowly taking note of the pain coursing through my veins, seemed to be too exhausted to realize what had just happened.
Cesare was breathing hard as he slammed me down on the ground. He had his hands around my upper arms and his nails were digging into my skin.
Even though my whole body was throbbing and screaming in pain, I kept on sneering. This was nothing. I was used to worse.
“You’re so pathetic.”
“Shut up.”
“Do you want to know what the difference is between you and him? When I’m with you, I want to kill myself!”
“Shut up!”
Another crack, another mirror shattered. The pain really struck me now. There were shards embedded in my flesh and blood was staining my hands, dripping on the floor.
I let go of the Flower of Glory.