Years ago, Madeline truly believed that no one was born cruel, or evil. She didn’t believe that it was a trait that one is born with, rather a trait that is instilled in us as children, learning such cruelty as one grows and learns.
How naive.
Such a stupid way of thinking. She was sold into slavery, beaten, burned and scorned before her fifteenth birthday and she still thought there were souls out in the world capable of remorse, empathy…love? Foolish. It was all so f*cking foolish. She was never graced with any kindness in this world, from the day she was born she was doomed to a cruel fate. She deluded herself into thinking that William would be her happy ending…that Andras would finally allow himself to love her, love their daughter. Oh, how truly foolish she was.
The orange hues
