Chapter Forty One

Kazia

I sat alone in my room, tears streaming down my face as I recalled the night before—the night I had spent with Murad. As much as I tried to tell myself to get used to the idea of enduring it, I couldn't help but feel disgusted and used.

No amount of physical cleansing could wash away the lingering feeling of his hands on my skin, his lips on mine, and his possessive touch that seemed to enjoy having me despite my repulsion.

After Murad had released me earlier in the morning, I immediately came to my room and took a long, hot bath, hoping to rid myself of his scent. But it was no use. The memory of his touch lingered, haunting me, and the feeling of filth wouldn't leave. I felt so dirty, so violated, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Since I came back to my room, I haven't stopped crying. Lily, my ever-so-loyal-and quick-to-be-at-my-doorstep servant, tried to get me to eat, but I refused. I couldn't bear to eat while feeling like this. I even restricted Lily from en