C288 Heart of the Rainy Night

The servants bowed their heads in a respectful salute, responding in chorus. Among them, Pierce lowered his head the most, his large frame shaking ever so slightly, tears streaming down his face. It was the small hands clad in silk gloves that had tended to Pierce's broken body, reigniting the flame of hope in his withered heart. She had safeguarded the dignity inherent to Pierce's humanity