Solaine's POV

　　I'm gently cascading cool, clear water onto the vibrant petals of the blossoming flowers in my enchanting garden. Whispers swirl around me, their words dripping with judgment and accusation. They brand me with a scarlet letter, labeling me a whore for daring to embrace the affections of a man who has long been captivated by my sister. They cruelly declared that I was consumed by an overwhelming desperation, unworthy of experiencing the warmth and affection ...