The woman stretched out her hand, which was like a dead branch. Lotte carefully placed the rice in her hand, but the back of her hand was still covered with wounds, large and small, from the past.
There was also a new addition. She withdrew her hand and sat aside, watching her quietly as she ate the rice in her hand. It was not much, just a little bit, and it was impossible to be full. However, this was the only thing she could do for her.
She did it.
If it hadn't been for her, if she hadn't been saving food for her in her own rations, perhaps she would have starved to death long ago as the noble lady said. Regarding her past events, she
She has no curiosity and doesn't want to know. She just wants to leave here one day, far away.
Because she still wants to go home, wants to see her brother, and wants to live.
She looked at the sky in the distance. It was dark again. There was more work waiting for her tomorrow. A slave of the lowest status was not qualified to rest.
"My name is Fianna," the woman finally spoke, using the language Lotte was familiar with, which was English. Lotte's lips opened slightly, a little surprised, but she still sat there quietly,
Just listening, listening to her talking about her own things. In fact, she doesn't have much to do with her, but she really wants to hear this kind of language that makes her feel familiar.
It feels very friendly.
"I have been here for almost thirty years. She put down her hand and pulled her gray hair aside. She lowered her head, looked at her hair, and sighed slightly. I don't belong to this country.
I married into this person, and she was once the most noble woman here."
"Princess here, the king loves me very much, and I love him very much..." At this point, her eyes, which had always been calm, flickered slightly, and she seemed to be more alert, but her eyes were not clear.
Not black, but a blue, a darkened blue.
"We love each other very much," she continued, her fingers unconsciously stroking her hair. Yes, we loved each other very much, but that was all in the past.
"We have a very cute son, but now, don't you know where he is?" The woman turned her back, and there was a slight trace of moisture in her eyes. She had cried enough, and now, she can no longer
She cried loudly. She was still alive just because there might be a glimmer of hope that she could see her son again. They all said that he was dead, but she always believed that he must still be alive.
Live quietly somewhere.
Everything here looks glamorous, but it is full of sin and conspiracy. She turned around and looked at the tall palace in the distance. There were two different places from here.
The world, now, there, for her, she can only see some and recall some, but she will never be able to enter it again.
Without her child, she didn't want to go in again.
The previous king was no longer the king, and she was no longer the noble princess. Lotte just sat on the ground and listened quietly to what she said. Perhaps it was because she had been silent for too long, so she really wanted to let others talk.
It brought out what she had been suppressing in her heart.
Even if the other party is a little slave, he is the best little slave to her.
"Our previous life was very happy and happy," the woman put her hand on the ground aside. Some memories are really beautiful, but behind the beauty, they are so unbearable. The more happiness there is, the more now
Remembering it will make it even more painful.
"The life of two people is very happy. If there are three people, wouldn't it be too crowded? He picked up another woman. From now on, there is another woman in our lives. I thought she was very kind, even if
I don’t want to in my heart, and I always maintain the demeanor I should have, and he has always treated the two of us the same, with the same likes and the same love. Maybe it’s because we have been husband and wife for too long.
, even though he married her again, he still loves me the most."
"However, I underestimated a woman's ambition and overestimated myself. If a person can marry someone else, then, on the one hand, he no longer loves you wholeheartedly. If he doesn't love me, he won't
Love that woman, in fact, what he has always loved most is himself."
"Until the conspiracies unfolded, a man appeared in my palace, a man she arranged for me, my king. He didn't believe anything. He didn't believe in the relationship between the couple for so many years, and he didn't believe in the relationship between the couple for so many years.
He believed in my innocence and even doubted my child, thinking that the child was not his."
"It's just that the child is obviously his. My little angel has the same eye color as him. However, even these cannot calm his heart. If he wants to kill me, he will also kill my child."
"I let him go, but I forgot. What can a three-year-old child do outside? I don't know if he can survive?"
"No matter how difficult it is, I'm waiting. I'm waiting for him. I want to see my child one day. I don't need his identity, I just need him to be my child."
The woman was still talking, but the sky in the distance was getting darker and darker. Lotte had been sitting on the ground. The coldness on the ground made her shiver. This was the palace, but it was the most terrifying place.
This place, how could there be so many conspiracies here, including prisoners and slaves. Like her.
"As for you, little girl, I have never asked you anything. You are not like a slave, because you have nothing that belongs to a slave, because you do not accept your fate, and your appearance is something that is not available here.
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This is a small Western country, so few people here have pure black hair, but she has pure black hair, like an Oriental, but her eye color is turquoise.
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Lotte's lips moved, "I am a foreigner and was sold here, so now I am also a slave here." She downplayed everything. In fact, even if it was a complaint, even if it was a thought, maybe it really wasn't true.
Fair, but she was even more grateful that she was still alive. Compared to death, all the suffering she suffered here was more bearable.
"However, I will leave here. I am not a slave, but I am now and not in the future. I will go home and find my family, daddy, mommy, and brother."