Flustered, she watched as his advisor peered at her, a frown on his face. “It’s a necklace, my lord.”
“A necklace,” he repeated, his eyes transfixed on the small silver chain around her neck. “Do we allow them to wear jewelry?”
“N-no,” the advisor announced, reaching in and before she could do anything, ripped the necklace from her neck, the chain biting into her skin as it was pulled free. She watched as the advisor tucked it into his pocket, the last memory of her mother now in the possession of him.
He looked at her, and for a fleeting moment, she thought she saw a glimmer of something even stronger than hatred, if that was possible.
Her heart sunk as he motioned for one of the women to come forward.
“Five days in the room,” he stated firmly. “Anyone that attempts to help her will be cast out.”
“Y-yes my lord,” the woman bobbed her head, gripping her arm so tightly that she knew she would have bruises on it later.
A sinking feeling settled into her stomach as she was escorted out of the room, down the familiar hall that no one wanted to go.
“How could you be so foolish?” the woman seethed as she forced her down the hall. “You know the rules yet you choose to break them, repeatedly. Do you not want to belong?”
“I wanted to belong,” she stated, as she was thrust through a doorway, the smell of dust and wax heavy in the air.
The woman pursed her lips as she stood in the doorway, the key already in her hand. “Perhaps this will be your breaking point then.”
She bowed her head, falling to her knees dutifully as she started to murmur the prayer that she would be forced to repeat for the next five days, wincing as the door shut firmly, the key grating in the lock.
Five days in solitude, with no connection to the outside world. No food, no sunshine, nothing.
It was enough to break one’s spirit, but she refused to bend.
They did not know who she was and what she knew about her life, her existence.
They did not know that she was smarter than she appeared to be.
She did not want to belong.
She wished to be free.
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Turn the page to sneak a peek at the fate of Eva’s baby on Love Painted in Red and discover what the future holds for Tavish Uilleam MacCraig!
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