Oh, but there was so much more than black and white.
An infinity of shades and hues of greys lied between the two ends of the spectrum but like Sitri, she could see very little of those sublte variations. To Cara the world was win or lose, live or die, fight or flight.
There was little room for inbetweeners and she held little tolerance for mediocracy.
And while she held in to the idea that accepting Kaname's conditions had been the best, her eyes suddenly turned cold and blank as she listened to Sitri go on. Regardless if he was a slave, a king, or a mere wolf whom she was stealing warmth from, he had a point.
For the first time since her engagement, Cara contemplated the possibility that perhaps she had been to rash.
"It's not lower because you are no longer a slave" she mused quietly, her mind threatening to disconnect her from the conversation and drown her in a sea of doubt the man's words had unknowingly submerged her in.