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Rosemary’s Pov

‘Why are you torturing me so much? How could you create a man so evil?!” I yell out to the heavens. My heart breaking as I pity myself and the situation I am in – knowing that I will have to be with this man until the day I die.

After a while , my loud wailing dulls down and I am more gloomy and sad about my life. I hear a knock on the door , and then it opens. I see an old woman , in her 50’s holding a tray of food. I walk up to her and take the tray as I see that she is struggling to hold it.

“Thank you , my queen” she thanks me , and I give her a small smile. At this moment , I really did not feel like chatting with her or any one for that matter.

“Mam , may I ask you some thing?” she takes me by surprise after I leave the tray of food on my bedside table. I nod my head at her , and I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Are you feeling okay?” she asks me ,