“ i refused to be the next victim that laid at their altar to sacrifice ”
THE MAN’S STARE WAS COLD as he spoke to her, leaving her only to wonder what was going through his mind. The way he moved, the way he breathed, the way he held himself, all of it was as if she were watching a lion out for slaughter. Though, that was probably what she was looking at. A lion out to slaughter the eagle. Joining this cause was against her own morals, her own ideals. You can gain an advantage over someone without this bloodshed. Despite that, how could she blame him for wanting to sacrifice those who laid siege on his life?
A victim… What more point was there to allow yourself to become a victim in this cruel world? Life forced things at you in which you couldn’t get back. You would be used for things and by people that didn’t care about you for being you. Ishtar could sympathize. Her aunt was a sacrifice in this game her family played, her son and daughter soon to follow in different ways. Even the heir was nothing more than a sacrifice for the greed of another.
❛ I understand your feelings, Lord Dimitri. But I also must tell you, as someone in your army seeking to only offer you wisdom, ❜ her throat was getting tight, her hands becoming fists at her sides. She knew this feeling. Dread. The fear that her decision to join his cause was a grievous mistake. She knew that her words would fall on deaf ears. She could feel it. She was by no means intimate with the king to be, she held no bond with him outside of an old admiration. But in her heart, she couldn’t allow him to go on this way.
❛ You, as someone who has fought against those who sacrificed the people you loved, cannot continue down this path. You choose violence and bloodshed, how does this make you better than those in which you loathe? You, who fights for the sole cause of revenge… You continue this way and there will never be any love for you from your people… ❜
