On the morning of the fourth day of captivity Natalie was lowered to the ground. She was unconscious and near to death. Basille had ordered Kysenia to bring her down and tend to her wounds and keep her alive.
Kysenia had two healers with her and they were slowly healing up the wounds on Natalie’s body while Kysenia worked at trying to mend Natalie’s broken and torn wings.
They were just about finished when Natalie came round. Her eyes opened and focused on a woman’s face. She was classically beautiful with sculptured cheekbones and long straight black hair, her eyes were a deep chocolate brown and large like a doe’s.
Natalie tried to sit up, but found her hands were still chained, held out tightly to either side.
“Don’t try and get up, you are still attached.” The woman said calmly.
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