The maid hurried over to the other side of the room with her own pitcher of water to stand with another servant holding their own bottle of wine.
It wasn't two minutes later when the grand doors at the end of the room opened.
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She took a beat too long to answer.
"So you would hurt me purely because you find me unlikable?" she said. The statement was easily refutable. Violence against Megara wasn't exactly an undefendable offense, but her mind was elsewhere.
She played through her death over and over in her head, differently each time. Would she fight back? Would she be able to? Would it be slow? Quick? Would it look accidental?
She's thought about her death before. She was always going to die young, that was for certain, but she never thought it'd be her own fault. She never thought she'd break a rule like this. Get hurt too badly to be kept around.
She fished out a roll of bandages and wrapped her wound.
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