CHAPTER 100: SWEET HOME

Meredith’s POV

Home.

That was what this place was supposed to be.

But this place—this wasn’t my home. This was far from it. I barely recognized the land I stood on. The home that I knew was filled with so much joy and laughter. The sun was always high and warm, and smiling faces lifted the faces of even the grumpiest of men.

The children would play on the sidewalk while their mothers screamed at them to behave. Which they never would, if I may add.

The men would gather around tables in beer parlors, laughing as they cheered with their jugs of beer. The women would fill the local markets, trading and discussing amongst themselves.

My home, my kingdom, always had a sense of family.

But where I stand now has none of that.

The air was filled with the cries of children, the weeping of mothers, and the groaning of fathers. I watched from beneath my hood as my people got whipped on their backs like slaves. Carrying heavy loads on their backs as both men and women assisted in building what