Selene's POV
They had all gone to the royal hall as the time for the festival was fast approaching. I was on my bed waiting for my cruel fate then just as expected, my door burst open with four bodyguards stomping in to take me away to the dungeon when I would stay before the time for the torture.
"You should one day die in your sleep, b***h!" One of them snorted in resentment thinking I was sleeping as they used slap to jolt me up.
"Why are you putting on that hoody jacket? Cold?" Another sneered, and my heart skipped a beat at how their eyes stared down at me in suspicion.
"I can wear whatever I want. Can't I?" I seethed and was smacked in the face by one of them. I expected that. No one wants to hear me speak up for myself. I should always stay timid and receive every lash like the
