CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

By now, Selene knew the pattern of the shriek. It was a high pitch wail that descended to a soft humming, then went up again. Selene sat on her bed, her chamber now holding herself and her sister. Selene locked the little princess inbetween her thighs and circled her with her arms, her own chin atop the child's head. The shriek was untamed. Monotonous and pained. She wondered why the guards of the manor couldn't make a skinny servant quiet or maybe it was fright that the maiden may have been bitten and infected. Selene could feel the shiver creep upon her again that morning. She had seen the maid at the dinner the Lord had forced her to. The girl had led a smiling Mia to the dinning hall and promised to tuck her to bed after a bed story later. Then this morning the screams had woken her up, with a very confused looking Mia coming to her bed chamber escorted by a guard. The stories had come, by another older woman that came to prepare the princesses for the day, that Nina had gone in