Why does the duke enjoy hurting me? And here I was, considering putting everything aside. There's nothing I'm doing here, he knows he just wasted an opportunity so he won't try approaching me again. This was the best way he could think of? I was beyond furious, but soon it changed to a feeling of sadness, a deep, aching sorrow that gnawed at my heart.
All I wanted was to leave; I just wanted to be free. Even if I didn't have an exact direction, I needed to make a decision that I'd be happy with. The oppressive weight of the duke's control suffocated me, leaving me with a sense of hopelessness that was hard to shake.
"I guess I'd never be free," I murmured, staring out the window at the world I longed to explore.
