Chapter 232

King Cone spoke at last. "Why do you care so much about a man that will not give a damn about you if he has his freedom? His freewill? I know a lot of you are protecting each other, but I do not understand how you will go to extremes to keep this man alive. You are nothing to him but a lowborn, a born slave. He is a prince. You will be forgotten. In fact, he will get rid of you immediately after he is able to. You keep saving him and ruining yourself. Every guard in this high dungeon has fucked you up in the most brutal way for a man who does not give a crack that you exist."

"Do not pretend you know him. You know nothing about him!" Vetta stated vehemently, sniffling angrily.

"I know us." Cone corrected smoothly. "I know aristocrats. We do not give a damn about lowborns, and we most definitely will never marry one. So dear child, stop killing yourself over royalty, because he will always see you like trash. In your case, it is worst. You are the worst kind of whore and tra