It has been days since Mariana’s mother was brutally murdered by the king. She had cried so much that her eyes could no longer handle any more tears. It pained her so much that she couldn’t help her mother when her mother needed help the most. But what could she do? She was only a child and the king had already made up his mind on killing her mother.
She had no idea if her mother was laid to rest or she was burned like the other villagers or probably worse. A sigh escaped her lips, as she turned to look at the small window which was in the room where she was locked into.
Her lips were pale and dark circles had surrounded her eyes. Only a little amount of food and water was served to her every day. The food was so little that it couldn’t fill her stomach or last her throughout the day bu
