Slowly I started to wake up. I stirred and the first thing to register in my mind was how cold the floor was.
Where am I?
I tried to open my eyes but quickly shut them close. I groaned when I felt a sharp pain in my head.
On instinct, I tried to reach with my hands to touch my forehead. But my hands wouldn't move. My wrists were tied together behind my back.
I tried to get up only to realize that my legs were also tied.
But by who? I tugged and tugged, but the rope was too tight and dug into my skin.
"I hope you have rested well, Princess," a voice mocked. My eyes opened, instantly recognizing the voice.
She was supposed to be death. Helen said Arthur had taken care of her, so why am I hearing her voice right now? Or am I hallucinating?
Speaking of Arthur, where is he?
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