The Healer Of Light And The Prince Of Darkness

60. Unexpected Visit

Her hair had become greasy at some moment. And it had stuck to her scalp, making all of the woman's fairy appearance vanish and leave only the pitiful side of a prisoner, who was left with nothing. Even hope wouldn't be able to be found in her soul.

"When I finally got the permission to meet you, I had a lot in my head I wanted to ask you about. But never have I thought you would greet me in such a pathetic state."

The prince's words sure could cut an iron wall if they were weapons. The sharpness in his voice, even in the way his body was standing tall before the crouching on the ground prisoner, was more than enough to present his hatred towards the other person before him.

What played on his nerves, though, was that she was still silent.

After what Liliana had done to his sister, she was still thinking she had the right to stay silent? No, she had to beg him, no, her – his precious sister – for forgiveness because of what had happened that night. And not only then.

'...For all the years we have been made suffer.'

Cassian hated her, to say the last was actually too mere to describe the feelings in his heart. He wanted to shred her to pieces, yet he wasn't allowed to lay even a single finger on her. And all because she was still Liliana. Once a very famous saintess, she had gathered many nobles and other high-ranking officials by her side, which sadly, made her too valuable to be killed.

For now.

"Do you want me...To beg you?"

Her voice, hoarse and low, was surprising to hear. Cassian had thought he would be the only one to talk, but nevertheless, it still satisfied him. More talking, more information and maybe he would be closer to finding out some things that no one else could be able to tell him.

"I want many things. It's hard to describe, explain..."

"Yeah...I know how you feel."

Her once seemingly languid eyes know glowed with a strange light. As if she was suddenly woken up to life again. Her eyes were lighter than his, a bit like what a lake would have as a color at an early morning. The lightest shade of blue. It suited her light complexion very well, though now that she had spent so much time in imprisoned they looked too unrealistic in the shadows of the cell when looking at her face.

"What would someone like you know about me?"

"I'm not the chosen by Leya, but I still have emotions, prince."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"You simply don't understand...I know what it is to be forced to carry a heavy burden on my shoulders...To be assigned to do some godly things and to have no choice..."

"That's not..."

"...Isn't it? You two have struggled because of me. And yet, no one asks me why I did all of those terrible things to you two, to the ducal couple and many others..."

"Do you seek sympathy, perhaps?"

Cassian felt a deep, mordant and disgusting feeling becoming to grow fast in his chest. What was she talking about? Was she really saying she was worthy of someone's sympathy? NO ONE! No one could sympathize a person like her! She, she...

"I don't wish for such a thing."

"...You..."

"But I want to clear out one thing. You didn't think about me when you sentenced me to prison because of what I did. You didn't try to understand what I did. But you and your sister were guilty of someone's death too. My knight was deadly injured as well during the fight that night. And yet, you two were excused. The people just understood that you had no choice. The king, his people and the whole Kingdom didn't try to understand my actions the way they did with you, lucky twins..."