The moon’s daughter was this ever-present, relentless voice in my head, which kept getting louder and louder whenever she wanted to get me to act in accordance with her wishes. It was almost like a ceaseless chorus, echoing through the caverns of my mind.
“You mightn’t realise it but your words do hurt me,” I complained, hoping she would finally stop talking about how my foolishness led me to my prevailing circumstances.
For heaven’s sake, the woman did stop meandering and left me alone. The momentary silence was appreciated while it lasted, for soon enough I heard a roar making its way into my cell. This time, it wasn’t either Nessa or her father but my husband, who clamorously made his way towards the dungeons, exhibiting his dissatisfaction by calling out my name in the harshest pos
