The little girl, with soft, silky white hair, jewel like gentle red eyes, face so meek and small, had an expression so furious, it would make even an experienced soldier shiver.
Her body's skin, that should be as pale and smooth as her face's, wasn't. It was surely the reason for her expression as well.
The soft skin had long red, bloody perfect lines, all over her petite body.
She was shivering in just a white blanket. Clearly, the red lines were from a whip. There were no tears. Only, anger.
Today, her highness trained me to handle torture. It was the hardest out of everything, even poison tolerance. Especially when mother was the one who inflicted it. To create absolute emotional numbness.
She said it will happen every week, every Fridays. Wonder what mother feels. Our clan's purpose is to serve the royals.
She probably was raised exactly like me, maybe a bit better since I am not aware if she was personal maid to someone as important as prince Lucien too.
