Danika just listened as his spoke. She searched her head and realized that this is the first time he is talking to her. Really talking to her.

　　Not commands. Not hateful short words. Not angry remarks. He was truly talking to her.

　　He squeezed his garment, his brows knitted in thought. "The last time I saw little Remeta, she had herself cut open with a broken glass from the cup her mother used to bring water for her. She would have killed herself that day if I didn't have the two maids I went with, and her mother to restrain her."

　　She gasped in horror. She didn't know that it...