MELANCHOLY OF A SHATTERED HEART (Part 2)
Azalea didn't let go of Rania's hands and held them tightly. Though she was trying to calm Rania, she herself was trembling in fear. When Rania felt her trembling hands, reason came back to her. She was outraged, yes, but she shouldn't act recklessly and involve anyone. She was angry at the devilish Magi, not the humans.
"If that king doesn't need us, why won't he just return us from where we came? There are tens of thousands of us here. He can't possibly sleep with all of these women. He should just choose whom he likes," Rania murmured, and alas, she went back to her depressed state and stared at nothingness once more.
Azalea thought for a second and nodded approvingly afterward.
"You're right. He doesn't need all of us."
With all the courage and bravery she could muster, Azalea walked towards the front row of the crowd. She clenched her small fists and began to speak, interrupting the king and other men near the throne who were talking to each other.