Carlisle followed the sound of the chains to the courtyard with the peach tree. Peach blossoms were floating down, peppering the courtyard with pinkish petals. This beautiful scene was marred by the girl being chained to a pillar. She was pulling at the metal chain that circled her wrist. It was a long chain which allowed her to walk around the courtyard. But she was chained nevertheless.
Something sharp seemed to prick his heart when he saw this scene unfolding in front of him. He quickly walked across the yard to the girl and took hold of her hand. He was about to break the chain encircling her wrist, when something sharp sliced across his face. And she struggled out of his hold.
He widened his eyes in shock, numbly he touched the wound on his face. Did she hate him to such a point?
