"Don't think too much." The child Princess laughed. "Regret would not change your actions on that day."
"But—" The First Princess took a deep breath. "But I would try."
She had to try. She had to be better than that.
She had to be good and kind. She had to be pure, virtuous, and magnanimous.
Not a killer. She could not be like the demons who stayed without thought, and only concerned themselves with the death of their victims.
"It's too late."
Verinia found herself on her back, with her hands tied above her head with thick, coarse rope. She was back to that day on the ship. Back to the moment that had changed her without knowing it.
She felt horrified to recognise her surroundings. She had never thought that she would see this room ever again.
The door opened, and Prince Staljen entered the room with his nefarious plans. Every step he took felt like the strike of an executioner's axe on her neck. It made her fingers tremble.