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 de

Some things are just meant to be. Selene had come to believe this in her life. Some circumstances, some people, some tears. They were just meant to be. No amount of caution could prevent then but one thing she knew was that it may happen by fate but she would be the judge of whether she would remain in them or not.

The halls of the O'alistair manor hummed with activities, many servants hurrying around to set up the usually plain manor. The dull beige drapes were changed to a brighter purple and Selene watched as the already clean floor was scribbled to sparkle. She stood at the far end of the balcony, staring at the maids that worked robotically, no doubt preparing for the arrival of the Harmony Council. The guard beside her was even closer to her tail, no doubt an instruction from the Lord to keep her within arms reach. The cunny man no doubt knew today would be a perfect day for her t

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 away from the door and shielded her sensitive eyes as the door opened. The governess stood with two 

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