Lies rushed right out of his mouth. "No, it isn't true. I was threatened. My master threatened me to this!"
"Take him away." The King ordered and he was dragged away, his strength nothing against the number and better strenght that defeated him.
"I am very grateful your Majesty." Mayti said, as she stepped out if the carriage. "Thank you for helping me."
The tears that streamed down her face, made it into a mess of scars and messed up make up, black watery stains running down her cheeks from her eyelids, revealing the blue bruise she had earlier done so much to hide.
She bowed over and over again in gratitude.
When one's trouble reached a certain height, even the greatest fear became nothing. Desperation was a mighty blindfold.
