Insensitive

Straightening up slowly, Sarah wiped her tears away with the back of her palms. She placed her hand on her aching stomach and lethargically walked towards the door of the cage to sit at the doorstep.

While sitting down, she glanced at the vanishing silhouette of her fated partner.

As soon as he left, a female servant walked in with a tray filled with some highly nutritious and well-sliced Kontumbian fruits, a glass of watermelon juice, and a first-aid kit.

"Her Royal Highness has sent me to serve you, Lady Thunderbird." She said expressionlessly and bent down to place the tray on the floor in front of Sarah.

"Call me Sitara. Thank you." Sarah said and accepted the glass of watermelon juice from the servant.

The servant opened the first-aid kit and started to clean the dried wound on Sarah's forehead.

After she was done dressing the wound, she waited patiently until Sarah ate the fruits and finished her juice.