Carlisle.
As I'm about to walk into the bathroom to take a shower, my room door opens and someone grabs me. In surprise, I quickly turn my head and when I see that it's one of the palace guards, my face twists into confusion. The bulky guy begins to drag my arm out of the room and I struggle to tie my robe with one hand while I shout at him.
"Where are you taking me to? What are you doing? Let go of me!" There are so many questions tumbling out of my lips and a lot more running through my head, but the goosebumps running down my arm are indicative of my feelings. However, the guard refuses to answer me and instead, continues to drags me out of the room.
When we get to the door, I hook my free hand across the space between the door frame and the wall. The action causes our moveme
