Her Promise

Sean carefully puts Seira on the bed. After the woman had calmed down a bit, he decided to carry her. He looked at her. Her eyes were red-flickered and swollen. Her face was emotionless but tears were rolling down her cheeks one after another. She was staring at basically nothing.

She looked utterly broken. He caught sight of her feet that were bleeding and covered with dirt. Sighing, he took the basin with clean water and white cloth on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her leg that she didn't do any effort to resist. It's more like she doesn't feel anything or any care at all. He put her ankle on his thigh, gently cleaning her feet that were smeared with dry and fresh blood. The woman didn't even flinch or grimace when she pressed the wet cloth on her wounded feet.

He can feel that Octavia was right in the door, waiting and listening.

"You are the princess right?" he asked after a long pause of silence passed. But it was more of a statement than a question.