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The dinner had just begun, Irene sat next to their father who was sitting next to Cassius, the handsome guest of my father who seemed to look quite intimidating sitting next to Irene. The long and full table was covered with all kinds of dishes and desserts, the only thing that kept me here. Irene was sitting on other side while her daughter was on the opposite. I was sitting at the far end of the table and it surprised me when I caught Liana giggling at something Cassius said.Isabella had gotten quite comfortable with him as her hands brushed against his now and then. She batted her eyelashes and flipped her long blonde hairs as a soft chuckle escaped her lips to every little word he uttered. The man hardly spoke. What was she even laughing at? I stabbed a piece of salad with my fork and shoved it in my mouth, praying this night to be over soon. We were all having light conversations except me, my eyes were roaming all around looking or Dominic but I could barely catch the sight of

The heaviness of sorrow in my heart made me ponder over the memories, be it good ones or worse ones, neither my heart cared nor my mind but I could feel a void of nothingness in my chest, which seemed to enlarge with passing breath escaping my mouth. The trivial thought of only me being alive made me swim in the ocean of guilt. It wasn't my fault, but I couldn't battle with my heart and head, at this moment, I only found myself the culprit. A shiver danced down my spine as a cold mid-night breeze touched my bare arms. The upper including lower regions of my dress seemed to be torn off by Cassius. Humiliation, fear, anger, and worse, the truth clawed my soul. Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried to remain still, trying not to get their attention on me but it wasn't working a bit. From the corner of my eyes, I could feel Veles's grin, which was indirectly telling me to run for hills, the man dared to make me cower away in fear. On

Zooming into thoughts.I sat in the warm pool of water, scent of roses and lavender infilterated my nostrils. I watched the maid placing few oils and a silk white fabric on chair nearby. It was supposed to calm me as she said but the problem was-It wasn't.Every muscle of my body was trembling with newfound fear. My hands instinctively slapped on my neck as again sharp stinging sensation rippled through the fibre of my skin. It had been half-an hour since the unrealistic, drastic wedding took place and I was immediately escorted back to the room, which my tormentors had decided to bless me with. The maid, whose name I came to learn was Ria, helped me out of my bloody dress. What was the purpose of getting me ready if in the end all I was going to get was humiliation, embarrassment with loads of terror. I hadn't seen any of them since the time they tore my dignity apart, claimed my soul in front of strangers, humiliated me in name of pure bond as ma

I again followed her, but this time our destination was unknown to me. The pain was still there but it was bearable. Ria had filled me with everything, which she thought was relevant of me to know. Like I had been unconscious for three days now, like how I get burn marks all over my torso and arms. I was somehow familiar with their race, Nithilorc was a kingdom of masters. Masters, who rule this sinful world with their one flick of finger. I had heard hundreds of stories, myths, unjustified sagas, and all of them led to one ending, sons of Nithilorc. Their tales of bloodshed were no new either, at first I just imagined them as men of courage, who would do anything for their kingdom, the chevalier, who would flip this world only for sake of their own. The thought sounded as brave as chaotic storm. But little did I knew I would witness this barbaric act, this madness, the bloodshed of my own people, of my own family. And now, I suddenly didn't kn

I might had freedom to roam around the castle but I couldn't step one foot without acknowledgement of two bulky guards following closely behind me. There was this one second my mind pondered over to distract them and explore the castle by myself but their sharp gazes and horror-stricken looks forbid me to do so. I rolled my eyes. How could I be so dense to even wonder that Claus would let me roam around all by myself, when in harshest reality I was his rival's daughter, the spoil of his war.The tired sun was just about to hide in the heart of distant hill. The cascading air carried wave of fragrance with tunt of sweet roses and lavender, bight blue sky was replacing with bright hues of red and orange. I always loved sunsets though my only wish was to see one over horizon. I remembered when me and Dominic used to sneak past guards to back of the castle, on top of distant hill, where the beauty of sunsets were other wordly, the smiles on our faces nev