204 months; 6205 days; 893.5 thousand minutes. That was how long Arabella had been on this Earth, give or take a few minutes. It seemed like a long time – but really, when you are living a life that is controlled by others, the time she has had to actually live is much less. It had come to Arabella’s attention that this was how she had really been surviving for most of her life. Firstly, a sheltered and controlled life that simply benefitted her father, and then as soon as she had been married off – she had remained a puppet, just under a different master.
Who was the master? Arabella wasn’t sure yet – if it was the King, or if it was Alaric – but she knew that her life had only been dictated by others up until now. Her faith in her own husband had dwindled to the point where she had begu
