Chapter one. Alicia
Today was the day that I was going to be turned into ground beef and fed to the dogs, my scrawny legs carried me as fast as it could towards the drawing room, my breathing coming in mere whispers as my heart and speed didn't give any room for panting or noisemaking.
"Alicia!" The harshness if my stepmother was enough to still me in my steps but I dare not. I dare not anger her more than I could already have.
I walked up to the double doors that held guards thirty times my size and with facial expressions that defied emotions or any source of feeling.
The looked down on me, not knowing whether to bow at the heir of the throne or give me condensing looks as the most worked slave in the palace.
I guess,it depends on who and where I was that determined what role I woul
