Chloe Fairchild's tone was light, with no hint of blame:
"Since I'm already here, and I haven't really explored Seolhwa yet, I'll just have fun on my own! Don't worry, I'll eat well, drink well, and shop well—I definitely won't neglect myself. As for you… just serve your sentence in Aethelgard, and remember to take care of your royal self, girl!"
After the call ended, a wave of frustration washed over Annelise Valentine.
The sliver of composure she had just forced herself to maintain instantly crumbled.
Her first time…
It wasn't given.
It was taken from her by force.
In the bathtub, on the bed, in a blur of chaos and fear, it was just… gone.
No romance, no tenderness, not a shred of respect.
He didn't even give her a chance to struggle.
'He's an animal!'
She threw back the covers, intending to get out of bed and wash away all the marks on her body and his scent.
But as soon as she stood up, her legs gave out without warning, and she crumpled to the floor.
