VICTORIA

I was losing hope. How much more did I have to suffer in front of Dracomir for him to choose me?

Was the spell cast over him truly invincible?

I could already feel the flames burning close to my body, those beasts screaming below, full of hate and evil.

All I could do was stare at him with my soul clenched in a fist, thinking that if he let them burn me alive… I wouldn't forgive him.

No matter how much pain it brought, this time, I wouldn’t let it go.

Of course I could free myself, I wouldn’t risk everything if I didn’t have a way out, but he was the key I wanted to escape this injustice.

"You're gonna burn, and there won’t be a trace left of your filthy body, you dark creature!"

That old woman’s voice rang beside me, pure venom—and she didn’t even know she was already daughterless.

"We’ll see who burns…"

I muttered through my teeth, and she hesitated for a second, staring at me, but she didn’t see me as a threat.

She lowered the torch and the fire crackled as the shavings be