I watched her look around the prison chamber, which I had ordered a bed and chair to be brought into. She looked stunned. I saw it written all over her face. It looked different from how it had been before.
The chains on the wall were gone.
She remembered the first time she had been dragged into this place. She had been slapped so brutally across her face by a guard she would surely remember if she ever saw him again. She had sworn she would kill him if given the chance. He had been cruel to her, forcefully clipping the chains around her wrists and legs himself, swiftly and without mercy.
The servants had stood and watched, like they were too scared to even come near her. She remembered him pushing her head fiercely from underneath her chin, staring deeply and cruelly into her eyes, lik
