Aurelia'S POV
I struggled to breathe.
My head throbbed like a heavy weight rested on it.
My eyes fluttered, each sliver of light sending pain shooting through me.
"Where am I?" My voice was weak. Dust swelled in my lungs, making me cough.
The air was cold. Stale.
A shiver ran down my spine.
Just then…
The familiar smell struck my nostrils. I gasped, eyes wide open.
No…
It can't be.
Why was I here?
My heart raced, every breath dragging. Shallow.
Why was I in the west wing.
I tried to stand, but a clatter of metal stung my ears. I looked down to see my legs bound with a rusty metal.
My wrists bound the same way…the familiar chains I've dreaded all my life.
What! No…
I was no longer in my work clothes, but rather, a blue milkmaid gown was draped over me. My hair falling loose
