~Princess Rowen's P. O. V.~
It's been 3 days since I bit Barthalomew's tongue. Everytime he looks in my direction, I storm out of his presence. I do not need nor want his company right now or ever. My wrists were slightly bruised from his grip on them. That night when he came back, I knew he found what he needed. I didn't want to know what it was either. I could only summize that it must be another form of elixir for me to take. I have not been taking his food since I found the kitchen. I made my own meals. Mother wanted all of us to learn how to cook for when our husbands or wives got sick. It would be up to us to take care of them.
I was cutting some mango for a morning breakfast with some freshly squeezed orange juice, when I heard yelling and saw a wall tremble. I rolled my eyes and
