Prologue: The Slave Girl’s Atonement A white-haired girl sat on the throne, pressing her fist against her temple in deep thought. She held this pose rigidly, motionless, like a beautiful statue. The girl had one question—a question that had no answer. Am I still a slave? That was the girl’s question. “I’m already… not a sla...
Prologue: The Slave Girl’s Atonement A white-haired girl sat on the throne, pressing her fist against her temple in deep thought. She held this pose rigidly, motionless, like a beautiful statue. The girl had one question—a question that had no answer. Am I still a slave? That was the girl’s question. “I’m already… not a slave anymore, right?” After an unknown length of time, the girl suddenly spoke aloud to the empty palace. She had already asked this question sixteen times. The palace echoed back indifferently. After a long while, the girl showed a weary expression. She was tired. “I really am… still a slave.” Contradicting her earlier words, the phrase slipped out from the girl’s lips. It seemed to have gained reluctant acceptance in her heart. She frowned. Though it made her unhappy, th
Comments
Sign in to leave comments.
No comments yet.