Rose's consciousness returned as she felt strong yet delicate hands embracing her from behind.
"You're a prince, and I'm just a servant who has been raped in the past. I'm not foolish enough to believe I hold a place in your heart," she admitted, her voice quivering with a vulnerability she rarely showed. Tears slowly welled up in Rose's eyes.
"Besides, you needn't worry about my feelings. I'm not a weak woman," she added, trying to muster a hint of strength in her voice. Tears began to trickle down Rose's cheeks.
Even as she laughed, she couldn't help but think about her situation. A middle-aged servant woman, who had been raped and even had a son—how could such an existence be worthy of seeing a great prince like Daniel in her lifetime?
'And yet, here we are. Not only do I have a close relationship with such a prince, but we even shared an intimate moment just a few hours ago. Isn't this amusing'