"Do you know what day it is?" Sylvia stirred awake at the sound of the familiar voice. The woman had been visiting her religiously, in fact, even more than Mikel did.
She opened her eyes and looked at Priscella who was dressed in a red gown with golden embroidery. There was a big smile on her face.
Was something happening in the castle?
But then again, the woman just got everything that she wanted. So she might just be dressing up for the heck of it.
Sylvia weakly chuckled and closed her eyes, no longer interested in looking at the obscene smile on Priscella's face. She did nothing to hide her happiness.
"Oh! My bad! Of course, you wouldn't know! Let me fill you in, you filthy mongrel." She sneered.
She was not pleased that Sylvia wasn't paying attention to her. Nevertheless, she continued mouthing her words.
"Today is the day you will be shipped off to become a prostitute. Ha Ha Ha."
