Card Apprentice Daily Log

It didnʼt just shock her. It wounded her pride.

Wyattʼs lips curled into a wide grin. ”I knew it before you did,” he said casually, then, almost as if he genuinely cared, he added, ”Just go back to your burrow and live out your numbered days in that sham of a marriage. Consider that my compensation for helping me acquire the Freedom Fighters.”

Sansaʼs brows furrowed. His words confused her—what was he getting at? But when she registered his insult toward her marriage, everything else faded. Her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes darkened with raw fury.

She wasnʼt going to let him have the satisfaction of killing her even if its just one of her froms. If this memory of her was doomed anyway, she would at least be the one to end it.

But when she tried to excite her divinity into self-destruction, nothing happened.

A chill crawled up her spine.

She couldnʼt move. She couldnʼt even die on her own terms.

Wyatt let out a knowing chuckle, saying, ”Oh no, you donʼt get to leave that easily.” His voice was almost amused, but his eyes held something far colder.

With a flick of his wrist, the table between them crumbled into ash, erased by his celestial blood rule, as he ordered her, ”Get up.”

Sansa fought against it with everything she had, but her body betrayed her. Against her will, she rose from her seat. Terror began to spread in her mind as the realization that something worse than death was coming dawned on her.

Wyatt pointed at the ground before him, demanding with a unforgiving voice, ”Kneel.”

Sansaʼs breath hitched as her legs moved on their own, carrying her forward until she was on her knees before him, just inches from where he sat. Right by his spread legs. Her heart pounded against her ribs.

She had underestimated him.

And now, she was utterly at his mercy.