With an aching elbow and heavy lids, Selene woke to the dimly lit room. Her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar chamber that either held no windows or it's blinds were perfectly cloaked. She stretched her legs and rose to only fall back on the soft bed, her head light and swimming. Her heart sped as she recalled the events. The trial. Her father had lost, she was now a slave, Mia was not with her. With a broken sob, Selene fell back on the bed. Not wanting to discover what cruel fate awaited her, she pulled the white linen to her chin, as if to cover the shame and humiliation of being a whore to some man she was yet to see. The governess had done her worst. She would kill herself before any man defiled her. Tears came to her eyes as he remembered how she had allowed the savage lord to kiss her, to touch her in indecent ways. Selene turned to the oil lamp, wishing she could burn herself to de

The massive room was just as large as the throne room if not larger. The long rectangular table before her had a fine furry table mat on it. It's print that of a tiger. Selene gulped, thinking ho meant skins had been used to make such large cloth, maybe Sol had no more tigers now.

Selene took another bite of the apple pie, it was bland, she knew not if her mother's superior recipe made the pie taste like lime water or her appetite was none existent. The events of the previous night she was certain would not wear off so easily. She had never been one to cry, she had countlessly challenged her father, when ever her dignity or the safety of dear Mia was in jeopardy she had spoken out, anything to defend herself and her sister. But the Lord made her weep like an infant, she cursed the very moon that shone the day she kissed the Lord on that balcony. That seemed to awake what wanton part of 

Her eyes still wide open but now pink from crying. Selene stood closest to the cell door with her injured fists on either side. The cell was dark and empty and it smelled of sweat and unclean things, she had to hold her breathe severally as the wind would blow in through the high windows and circulate the foul smell. It was no doubt the day for the trial. She had heard the murmurs and failed attempt of escape from the Riverlands as they were led to the empty hall. The room was not as dark when the early morning rays streamed in, she could see where the heap of hay was which smelled urine and the wash basin that sat at the other corner of the room. Selene had learnt that her angry yells would only wear her voice out and her pounding on the bar ended her up with wounded knuckles. With ears very much alert to her surrounding, Selene was quick to detect the approaching footsteps. She backed 

With an aching elbow and heavy lids, Selene woke to the dimly lit room. Her eyes adjusted to the unfamiliar chamber that either held no windows or it's blinds were perfectly cloaked. She stretched her legs and rose to only fall back on the soft bed, her head light and swimming. Her heart sped as she recalled the events. The trial. Her father had lost, she was now a slave, Mia was not with her. With a broken sob, Selene fell back on the bed. Not wanting to discover what cruel fate awaited her, she pulled the white linen to her chin, as if to cover the shame and humiliation of being a whore to some man she was yet to see. The governess had done her worst. She would kill herself before any man defiled her. Tears came to her eyes as he remembered how she had allowed the savage lord to kiss her, to touch her in indecent ways. Selene turned to the oil lamp, wishing she could burn herself to death. She turned to the empty room, not even a dresser was in sight. Only the oil lamp on an empty wo

CHAPTER TEN