Chapter 42

　　She remember saying she's sorry. 　　He remembered him telling her in curt words that he doesn't need her pity. 　　"Today is The Mask Festival, but it's also an Introduction day. You're getting introduced again, Danika." He announced curtly. 　　All the blood drained from Danika's face and she went as pale as a ghost. 　　Tears of anger and hurt and shame and dread, pulled in her eyes. 　　Did he arrange another introduction for her? Does he hate her that much? Why would he want her to go through something so painful degrading and shameful? 　　She squeezed her hands tight in front of her and bit her lips hard. The floor was blurry, because the tears was too much. 　　She'd always prepared herself for the worse. Always. But, hearing this made her realize that she isn't prepared for this. 　　"Y-Yes, Master." She whispered at last, her voice hoarse. 　　The king was watching her carefully. He read all her facial reaction to the news, but he said nothing more to her, did nothing. It's okay for