You are my death, Winter

Winter was seated on the patio of the garden, looking at the seasonal flowers, which had bloomed after many days of watering. Her eyes were misty after she heard how the maids and servants were gossiping about how she sold her body to Raphael to keep herself alive.

Winter looked at her forearms and saw the deep scar, which had not disappeared despite a long time.

It was a scar that appeared after her father beat her until she turned unconscious. Even as the princess, her life was worse than a slave. But right now, she was a maid and was being treated a lot better.

Though, sometimes she would feel that Raphael's mistreatment toward her was unjustifiable but at least, unlike her father, Raphael would show his caring side toward her.

"Where's the King?"

Her thoughts were suddenly interrupted with Hector's question and she tilted her head to check on. Promptly, she stood up from her plac and bowed to him. "His Majesty didn't tell me. He left in anger," Winter informed him.

"Hmm." He