"This city is actually pretty nice." The bed was comfy too.
Lianne was lying down as well. "Yes. It is beautiful but even so, I love my country more. My horrible, horrible country." She didn't stutter for a second.
We didn't look at each other, rather, the ceiling. The ceiling in question had nothing, just wood.
A small chandelier was too much of a luxury I guess.
Is it me or is she too close?
This was supposed to be a double. But apparently, the beds were joint. Just who the hell came up with this idea?
"Horrible country, huh?" I snorted. Not out of spite, but out of regret. She was right. Her legacy was built on the suffering of others. And I was kind of weaved into all this because of all that conspiracies and prophecies.
"I didn't know my entire lineage was this horrible. My father…." she stopped. "I never knew he was the cause of all this."
