[DOIWA]
"She was an adult. A simple twenty-year-old who had nothing to go back to. No one to run to. Her friends had to keep their distance because I decreed that no one would interact with her. After years, she left for the human lands, and I thought—
"…that maybe, just maybe she could find her freedom there, what a joke," Sakura said.
She stared at the table that was filled with men and women in her service, yet who wanted the blood of the very woman she would protect until her last breath, whether Kiyomi wanted her to or not.
This was not negotiable for her and Sakura would screw everyone over if they tried to mess with her woman. At least that much she had already made known. All her life, life had not meant anything, and yet now all that she had was the worst of the worst.
But Sakura, as she stared at them, knew they didn't hold any remorse. She knew that they didn't care what she had to say about the woman. She could see it in their eyes, but she didn't care.
