I write fiction because it's a way of making statements I can disown.
-Tom Stoppard
She was still in her wedding attire except the fact that she had gotten rid of the jewels and golds.
Leaving those precious pieces of stones for the hungry prince. 'Perhaps he could buy another mattress with this!'she had scoffed taking out her strings of pearls and depositing them in a corner.
She would never see them again because she would not be coming back.
For now the bandage over her head would have to do as her new adornment.
Rubbing her face vigorously after splashing a cauldron of water, her fingers stopped short by the towel lying beside.
She looked at it for the second time, although it looked clean but she could only imagine how frequently these men wash their towels now that sh
