Some deaths only made things right. Some were damages. I caused several of them, as one of the perpetrators. Do I deserve to even live? – Ava King (The Queen)
“I also took part in eliminating the girls.” I had lamented, the other day.
I was in a lost part of the castle, where no one could hear me.
“I did it to save myself, yet that wasn’t fair on their side.”
“A-Ava?”
Piper had muttered, stepping from my back.
She had been trying to reach out to me, with her soft and feeble hands. Her eyes held a saddened look, with a pout.
Reason had been that we were in separate rooms.
“It’s all going to be fine, I promise.”
I had whispered, but she still held on to me.
“Most girls are bigger than me there, they’re going to bully me.”
She numbly stated.
I had sighed that day, even though I felt helpless.
“They won’t. I’ll protect you if they do, I promise.” I said, kissing her hands.