Diana
I stacked the last dish onto the drying rack and wiped my hands on my dress, exhaling loudly.
The room was finally clean...well, as clean as I could manage without scrubbing the floors until my fingers bled.
Save for my room, I have never done this before, so it's impossible to quantify what serves as 'clean'.
For a second, I just stood there, my arms limp at my sides.
What now?
I didn’t belong here. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do next.
My entire life, I had been ignored, hated, or simply tolerated in my father’s house, but I still had a place there, even if it was at the bottom of everyone’s regard.
Here, in this cold, eerie mansion with a man who could very well be my executioner, I had nothing.
No role, no expectations...nothing except the nagging fear that my
