Harly
Waking up, I look around the room. The same room from that night.
I watched as Stefan walked out of the room; he was lucky his soldier had come for her. I was about to slap him again for thinking what happened was a joke.
Why in the hell would he joke about it being him? So yeah, he needs to thank that soldier, as his words just created a burning anger within me that made me want to hurt him.
After he left, I tried to leave the room but was told I wasn’t allowed to. Apparently, the king had insisted I don’t leave the room until I was to be guided to the palace today.
Like I was some child under house arrest, he honestly ensured his guards wouldn’t let me leave. While I want to scream and shout at him for it, I can’t.
It was his order that saved me more abuse from my father last
