"You will be our slaves and you shall experience how it feels to be an outcast to the same earth that offered you the power." Ophelia spoke and for the first time since he entered lady Amara's room, he smiled but the smile did not last for longer than a second.
"It's not anybody's fault that you are an abomination and disgusting. I mean, look at you trying to take something that will never belong to you away. Pity."
Richard stated and by the look of it, his words had infuriated the witch who glared at her before she said,
"Trust me boy, you will have a taste of what it feels to be rejected."
"Sorry witch, unfortunately, those trivial matters don't worry me. After all, I am not one of you."
Every word of his seemed to pop a nerve on the witch's head and that was something that he was thriving on.
"Anyway, Ophelia, is this the kind of life you are looking forward to. Don't be too desperate to seek attention. After all, you will never get it."
