#Chapter 83 – Hunger

Alyson "Let me go!" I say, brashly fighting the chains on my wrists that Olivera tries to steer me around with. He pulls for me to follow but I refuse, tripping over the long gown I've been stuck in since my bath yesterday, the silk sliding against my feet while I pull and kick to be let loose. "Let me go! Let me go!" He finally yanks me into a nearby room, kicking me aside so that I trip over his leg and hit the floor, my side aching when I blink into focus. We're in a dinging room of sorts, tables adorned almost everywhere but none of the seats filled, or the tables made, except for the one in the center of the dining hall. When I don't stand, he grabs me by my arm and hoists me over to the table himself, pressing me into one of the seats and tying the chains off around the center pole of the table. he takes the spot across from me, his hands freely working to pour himself a glass of something similar to wine, the berry scent making my mouth dry in e