Chapter Seventy Eight
Third Person Pov.
Anya felt the eyes on her as they made their way into the canteen in the small village, she could see the mountain peaks rising up into the white skies ominously and swallowed inaudibly at what that meant for her.
They would soon reach their destination and she had no clue whatsoever about what awaited her arrival there, but she had a feeling that it wasn't anything good at all.
Her eyes turned flighty as she glanced around in a bid to find a way of escape but she found leering stares and hateful looks each time she turned.
Men leered at her while women turned their hatred to her because the men leered at her.
It was…ridiculous!
“We'll have the sandwiches, pancakes, porridge and chicken soup with some mugs of ale for the three of us and a ste
