In her innocence, Sophia had never fathomed the depths to which Arthur would sink in his relentless pursuit of an heir.
She had never anticipated the extent of his deception and betrayal. Her trusting nature had made her susceptible, blind to the darkness that lurked within Arthur's soul.
Regret washed over Sophia, each wave carrying the weight of missed opportunities and misplaced trust. She chastised herself for her passivity, for not questioning Arthur's motives sooner.
She had clung to the hope that her virtues alone would be enough to overcome the malevolence that plagued their world. But now, confronted with the tragic outcome, she realized the cost of her complacency.
Sophia couldn't help but feel a pang of regret and self-blame. If only she had been willing to compromise her high moral ground, perhaps she could have saved Risjad.
