chapter 53

Sierra pov.

It had been an excruciating ordeal, a relentless torment that I endured, yet I persevered. I acknowledge that I deserve the consequences that have befallen me today. I made a solemn vow to myself never to succumb to the illusion that love would liberate me.

Now, I have become an outcast in the village, relegated to the role of a lowly maid. Every villager treats me as though I am a space, an insignificant void in their lives.

As I toiled, I observed my mother's tear-filled eyes, unable to bear witnessing her daughter in such a wretched state. Anguish engulfed her, shattering her spirit at the sight of me.

A desperate urge surged within me to run into her arms, seeking solace. However, I suppressed it, realizing that it would only amplify my suffering.

While washing the dishes of the villagers who had just feasted in celebration of the clan's bountiful harvest, I was handed their leftovers as my meager sustenance. The tears welled in my eyes as hunger gnawed at my insides.