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They didn’t know about my plans to die alone.
Physically, I was hideous. Mentally, I was worse. Spiritually, I was a slut.
“The ones who never sully their souls will only ever cast judgment on those drenched in shadows, because darkness is power. The weak fear what they are not.”
A man was no woman’s savior.
Sun god, it was hard work being a whore. But somebody had to do it.
In the last day and a half since the end of the competition, each of the kings had cornered me and begged for forgiveness while also insulting me.