She closes the door before he could enter. Her cold gaze falls on the bed. It's neatly made. Did he try to remove his traces from this room? Shaking her head, she goes to the bathroom.
The clothes are discarded on the floor. She immerses her body in the water tub, trying to relax. An ominous feeling trickles her in her chest. Kresi furrows her brows. How is Renasir Ari doing?
The Dark God should come back already. This is tiring. Though the annoying royal arse hasn't realized it yet... No! She's wrong. There's nothing other than pity.
What if there's something more?
"Who would see me as a woman?" Kresi stretches her legs. "Even if someone sees me as a woman, is it that easy to love that person? Nothing grows in the desert other than thorns."
Too old. Too young. Too many lifetimes of regrets. Too bitter. Too empty.
"It's too much for me to be happy." She runs her fingers through her hair. "I only bring misery to people around me."
