Lance spoke with certainty. Being so intelligent, how could he fail to understand?
Many things are simply too frightening to consider, but once one is known, the rest become clear.
"You've used her again, Celia. You haven't changed at all; you were like this ten years ago and still are now. Why do you do this?" Lance's voice was hoarse, his expression fierce.
"I'm sorry, I… I didn't want to. I will make amends. I swore an oath to serve her for all my life."
"Hah! No monarch would ever desire such loyalty." Lance shoved Celia away and stood up, casting her a cold glance, "I don't know why she has lost her memory or changed her appearance, but I know she will regain her memories one day. That will be when you pay your debts."
Having said that, he left without looking back.
Celia remained seated, alone, with a straight back, refusing to bend, her expression icy, the collar of her dress faintly revealing the harsh lines from being strangled.
