I scream like I'm in a horror movie as I feel myself being dragged back. The maid tugs back, but it's futile, like throwing an egg at a rock. I'm tugged back under the hedge roughly, and a few sharp twigs rip the delicate fabric of my sleeve and the skin below. Sunlight hits me once more and I'm back in the Sunset Palace.
"Let me go!" I yell on instinct. I look over my shoulder and the grim mug of Sir Berrick is looking right into mine. I have never been so scared in my life, even during the poisoning incident. Tears have begun leaking out of my eyes and I have to resist the urge to full-on sob like a baby at the strange, scary man in front of me.
"Where are you going, slave?" he asked calmly as if he were speaking about the weather. "Her highness Princess Julia isn't done with you."
The vice-like grip he has on my ankle hurts like hell and I'm worried he's going to inflict permanent damage on my tiny leg. It looks more like a doll's leg than a human's in his massive grasp.
