"Please, please don't hurt him...."
Carmel, the princess, begged as she looked at the flame spirit. She who lived looking down on the world now looked like a small leaf that would be blown away with a little breeze. This scene, if looked upon by another member of the Empire, would release the greatest anger, yet none of that pride can be seen now, only one seemingly living in regret.
"You seem to care deeply about him, yet you seem to be hurting him more than anyone else. Quite the contradictory path for someone that pretends to care."
The words of the fire spirit made Carmel's face turn red. The actions she had taken until now, compared to what Austin was doing for her, seemed lacking in comparison. She looked like an entitled girl taking everything, seemingly like an entitled prick that just tries to have her way, and the guilt of it still fills her mind.
'I know, I know I am wrong but I won't let him be hurt by me! This I cannot let be!'
