>>Aelin
Her answer was quiet simple
"I liked his sincerity," she said.
I blinked. "Sincerity?"
She nodded once. "He never lied about who he was. He wanted me for what I was, and didn't dress it up in honeyed words. I could respect that more than those who smiled and schemed behind closed doors."
I frowned. "That's not enough reason to live through what you did. That's no reason to let them lock you away like that."
She chuckled so softly, I could barely hear it, "Sounds bad, doesn't it."
"It is bad," I said, " You didn't fight back. You didn't try to escape. You aren't like Darcelle—they fear her. They had to chain her in the tower because she would have burned the world down. But you… you just stayed. You let them hide you away. You were free, and you chose silence. Why would you willingly choose that?"
Seraphine looked out the window, eyes distant now, voice quieter. "It sounds strange, doesn't it?"
