"Miss Lia," Aether called out to Lia Scarlet, who was sprinting through the corridors of the palace.
Not only had she endured a brutal humiliation, but she had also been brutally rejected by her lover in front of everyone.
'Throw her out!'
Those words from her beloved still echoed in her mind, like a sentence of imminent death.
The fact that no one came to her support except the slave added more pain to her already wounded heart.
If only she had listened to her uncle, she wouldn't have faced such humiliation.
If only she had stayed home instead of coming to see him just to convey her wishes, she wouldn't have endured such heartbreak.
If only she hadn't loved him so foolishly, she wouldn't have experienced this unbearable pain, tearing at her sanity and reason like shattered glass.
The suffering she endured, both in terms of humiliation and heartbreak, clouded her mind, pushing her towards unreasonable thoughts.
