Rosella
"Become my noble consort."
The words resounded in my head as I paced around my room. It had been two days since I returned from the hospital, and in those two days, I had done nothing but contemplate Damian's words about choosing me as a concubine.
My mind was torn apart, conflicted with a storm of emotions about him. Sometimes, I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands on me, to drown in the fire of his touch, but other times I imagined stabbing him in the neck just to end the suffering of the human he enslaved.
His death would mean freedom for everyone, and the cruelest in the world will end.
Damian had given me two days to think about his proposal, unlike the last time he had imposed it on me without hesitation.
I had spent those days in the suffocating silence of my room, endlessly thinking about how it would all end.
Should I just reject and be sent away? Or accept and stay back for revenge?
