Chapter 198: It Won’t Change Anything
Ivan had read the letter, but there were so many things happening at once that he could hardly discern the meaning behind his little lamb being the Mystic Orb. He was presently left in a perplexed state, his mind disoriented from the letter he just read, and there were so many reasons that proved the possibilities of that word being the truth... She mysteriously possessed the powers of the Orb, but, however, he was unable to come to terms with the reality of it being the truth.
When he glanced at his little lamb who was tremendously shakened by the unforeseen revelation, her light sobs only made his heart bleed. He hated when she cried to herself, it sounded forlorn, and his jaw tensed.
He wanted to punish the world for bringing tears into her beautiful eyes, but even when it affected him like cold arrows striking his heart, he knew he had to let her pour everything out. After giving her a moment to calm her raging nerves, she wiped her tears and let out a soft sigh, as if exhausted from all the crying. There was silence within the space, and Ivan studied the detached expression that settled on her countenance.
She felt betrayed.
"All these years," she began, her voice a faint cheerless tone that made Ivan close his eyes in restraint. "All these years, I was made to believe that... that what I was seeing... but they weren’t even real." Her words were incoherent, and she let out a breath of laughter while shaking her head for the umpteenth time. "Agathe was right about everything... I’m nothing but a pawn in the boards of fate. I mean all these years, I have lived my life in the hopes that I can make everyone around me feel happy, Maurice, my Father... I felt content knowing I had someone to love me, I never wanted any of this, and then all of a sudden, I woke up to the reality that all of this..." She looked at her human hands, free tears flowing from her eyes, "these hands, this face, this body, none of it is real!"
"Stop."
"I know I’m not worth anything but I mean... an Orb?? I’ve hated myself when people used me as an object, a tool, a beneficial entity but... who knew I was actually one!"
"You’re not an object, stop saying things like that." Ivan corrected her, his severe gaze conveying how serious he was to shut her up right now. Exhaling softly as he understood her dilemma, he gently grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arm, in a way that made her rest her head on his solid chest while he caressed her head lovingly. "Maybe you weren’t human in my Father’s reign, but you are one now. He wished for you to be human, and that is what you are! You’re still my little lamb, my most precious, and that hasn’t changed, you shouldn’t let the truth change the perspective of who you are either."
"But I don’t even have parents," Samantha was unable to fight back the endless tears that escaped her eyes, and Ivan’s attempt to console her only made her want to cry the more. "I’ve always felt I had something to hold on to, but even that has been stripped from me. Why is the world so cruel to me? What did I do?"