"Do you want to leave this place?"
A simple sentence, but it stirred a storm in Amalia's heart.
Before Livia appeared, she had thought countless times about escaping the castle.
The prolonged loneliness and waiting had nearly worn her spirit to the breaking point, and she had even considered ending her life at one point.
Whether it was painting or reading, they were merely ways for her to alleviate her misery.
Amalia remained silent for a moment, then spoke softly.
"I used to want to."
This castle was her prison, the beginning of her self-loathing. If she could leave, it would be for the best.
"What about now?" Livia asked.
Amalia replied, "I still want to, but not as strongly as before."
At least her life wasn't as dull as it used to be. Now, there was someone she looked forward to seeing every day.
"Why?"
"Because Sister comes to see me at night."
It was Livia who gave her the strength to keep going. She wanted to see her, all the time.
"..."
