They stood in front of the drawbridge. Cressida gazed up at the castle.
'Back to where it was started.'
The drawbridge pulled down and portcullis lifted. They entered, and she glanced around at the familiar surrounding. She took a deep breath and walked into the hall. The huge square hall, the corridors on the four sides. The door under the staircase. Her every sight reminds her of her last visit.
Lycaon gestured to the servant. Two girls came and asked Cressida to follow them, they bowed and forwarded their hands towards them.
The other two servants came and took the girl with them.
"Where are you taking her?" Cressida asked.
Lycaon looked at her and spoke. "Not your concern."
"She's not your hostage. She's mine." Cressida said in a stern manner.
"And you?" Lycaon questioned.
His question was a clear indication that Cressida is his hostage which eventually makes the girl his hostage too.
