REBOOT SIENNA

Chapter 7: Live To Sienna Pt.7

“The child was already dead. The crying child who had been looking for his mother apparently died of starvation because she refused to breastfeed. I don’t know. Was it because the child didn’t want to eat? Did he starve to death because he didn’t want Arya, or did he kill get killed because he was noisy? Because what I saw was a baby’s corpse wrapped in a steel cloth with gold embroidements.”

“Ah… ah…!”

Sienna couldn’t close her mouth from the shock. No screams or curses came out of her mouth.

‘To have died… that Joseph is dead… for that young thing to have gone so miserably…’

Sienna shook her head, releasing a squealing cry. She couldn’t believe Carl’s statement about Joseph’s death.

She knew, of course, that the child would be exploited and used miserably, but she never imagined he would die. Arya needed Joseph, the emperor’s blood relative. That’s why she had thought he wouldn’t have been killed.

“The child’s death must’ve been unthinkable for Arya. She had obtained an infant with olive-colored eyes, but as you know, those olive-colored eyes are the only characteristic of the royal family of Laifsden, so she couldn’t find them very easily.”

“Ugh… ugh…”

Sienna’s breaths seemed as though they were coming out as she was being strangled. Only a moan left her throat, which choked with her tears.

“Please, kill me… Please… Kill me,” she prayed on her feet. Sienna wanted him to take her life as soon as possible. “Joseph… My child…”

“Did you think you would go to your son’s side after spilling the blood of so many alongside Arya?”

“…”

She had already given up on everything. Carl shook his head and raised his sword high into the air.

“This is the first and the last thing I will do out of consideration for you.”

“…”

Sienna closed her eyes as soon as his black sword fell over her neck.

A New Beginning

Sienna felt as if someone had been shaking her body. Had she not managed to die yet?

She had definitely felt Carl’s blade slash over her neck, but she couldn’t feel any pain. All she could feel was the numbness of her legs and the stiffness of her waist and neck.

“Ms. Sienna, please try to wake up.”

She was forced to open her eyes to the familiar but friendly voice that woke her up.

“You’ll see the castle soon.”

“… Nanny?!” Sienna called, startled.

Chelsea was the nanny who had raised Sienna on behalf of her late mother. The warts on her left cheek and the pleasing wrinkles around her mouth proved it was definitely her.

The last time she had seen Chelsea had been at the wedding. Chelsea had helped her out in the wedding, and Sienna had heard that Chelsea had died in a chariot accident on her way back north. The news had spread throughout. For Sienna, meeting someone now who had died a long time ago meant that she, too, must have definitely died.

“Nanny!”

“Really, miss. I’m not deaf yet, so you can call for me softly.”

Sienna laughed at her words, tears streaming down her smiling cheeks.