~ELARA'S POV~
Walking after Genevieve through the palace felt like heading to my own death.
Each step in those big servant boots dragged me down. My wrists burned raw from the silver. My skin stung bad every time the rough wool sleeves scraped the spots. I couldn't wince though. I kept my head low. My eyes stuck to the bottom of Genevieve's white silk dress as it dragged over the floor sharp like a knife.
The palace sounded louder than before. Hammers banged everywhere. The smell of tons of fresh lilies hung thick in the air. Wedding preparations was going on. It meant my life getting passed to this lady I didn't know.
"Keep up, girl," Genevieve barked without turning. "I don't have all day for you to stare at the walls."
"Sorry, My Lady," I muttered. My voice came out rough and empt
