Coinquinatus (Tale of South Demosthan)

Chapter 2

He left her hanging, just like that. She quickly fell, her small frame hugging the frigid floor. Her dark eyes shook violently looking at his formidable back, walking away from her proudly.

Her long nails were digging into her palm. There were red marks left behind.

Ciara...Ciara. Did he mistake her for her deceased sister? Her sister...her dearest, kindest sister. Who did not deserve what has happened to her. Why did you all just leave me like that?

A tear eventually fell from her left eye. Was she truly hopeless now? When did things get to this point? What had her entire family done to offend the mighty heavens and end up in this way? Her tears streamed down like a river. It refused to stop.

Why was it her? Why, of all people, her? She could have died just like the rest of them. But why did the Gods 'pity' her and allow her to live in misery instead? To what end? To degrade herself in front of his eyes? For what purpose? For the benefit of her opponent?

Why?

Questions flooded her brain. All of them, never to be answered. Later on, after weeping silently to her heart's extent, her cries came to an end. There was only left a grudge, all sadness had already been poured out. Coming to sense how weak she was to cry like a child, she wiped her tears away. There was no room for crying, she reminded herself.

She literally crawled back up to the bed. She sat there thinking about what should be her next plan. To escape now would be very risky. She needed a plan.

Ciara winced in deep thought.

Continuous knocks were heard. She looked at the small window. It appeared to be that the sun had settled down already. She just sat there the whole day...crying and thinking?

Who was the one who wanted to intrude? Was it him again?

She reached for the pointed silver hairpin from her head. She hid it under her sleeves before settling down once again. Then she looked in front, her countenance void of any emotions.

So far she had no concrete ploy yet, she'd simply do it like this—stab him the moment he entered. If the former plan failed, she'd use this weapon to kill herself and reunite with her family. But before that, she should try it first.

Meanwhile on the outside.

Not hearing any woman's voice of approval, the four maids dressed in purple took the liberty to enter with their heads lowered before her. They were holding flat, shallow containers containing different types of delicious cuisines.

They waited for Ciara to speak first, but the lady was quiet.