Author's POV
Elena adored the morning sun that penetrated the windows and shone into the room. Even though she could have turned the lights on, she preferred this. It reminded her that she wasn't still inside that cellar, hidden from the lights.
She stood close to the window, staring down at the ground not far beneath. Anyone could have come up easily with a ladder. Yet, hadn't any of the numerous guards seen him? Could he have been so sneaky?
Elena knew one thing, there was no way she could tell Julian. The last thing he would do was believe her. She hated to think of it but why would he believe his brother over her? Still she was determined to try.
The maids helped her prepare for breakfast. Her dress was nothing memorable, just enough to fit the status of ‘Julian’s wife' but not
