Chapter 97 Seraphina

• The life of a commoner is torture, a daily spectacle of deprivation that makes me want to tear my own skin off in disgust. An entire month living in hiding, away from the opulence that is rightfully mine, far from the servants who catered to my every whim, the refined meals, and the luxury of breathing the pure air of the Syltirion mountains. All of this… because of that pathetic human and her bastard children. I find myself wondering, with increasing frequency, if any of this is truly worth it.
• My nails dig into the wood of the table in front of me as I watch Karin with narrowed eyes. He’s late, and my patience, which was never great to begin with, is now nearly nonexistent. When he finally approaches, the sound of his footsteps is almost inaudible, but the rustling of the paper in his hands grabs my attention like a promise about to be fulfilled.
• “Here it is, Seraphina… the location of the human,” Karin says, handing me a paper with the address.