The Journey to Dristan's home was awful. Illona kept feeling her stomach bump up and down, as the carriage was traveling over the dusty and rocky path. They pasting lands, and she wondered if all this belong to him. Everyone seemed to greet him as they passed, Dristan was riding on a beautiful whit stallion next to the carriage. Illona was seated against her will inside the carriage, accompanied by a hand maid named Penelope. Illona kept thinking how she would escape this nightmare, when she was constantly surrounded by Dristan, soldiers and this Penelope. Illona did however admit to herself that she rather enjoyed Penelope's company. She was wearing versed in music, their compositions and was like herself, a lover of fine art. Last night to soothe Illona, Penelope prepared her a hot bath, with lavender oils, roses and patchouli. While soaking in this amazing bath, Illona had the pleasure of listening to Penelope sing one of her favorite music pieces. This at least made up for the thuggish way in Dristan conducted himself. Illona was irritated by the heat, she kept massaging her stiff neck and thinking of Dristan and his blue colored eyes,as blue as the ocean, that seemed to see right through her, whenever he stared at her, it always left her feeling disarmed and sensitive . She made a mental note to avoid as much as was possible, when they arrived at her "prison". Dristan knocked gently on the carriage door as they rode and greeted her : " Greetings my lovely Illona, and off course Penelope. How fares the journey of my Ladies?." Illona shot him a poisonous scowl and he simply laughed at the iciness she gave him. "Such spirit! Oh my beautiful Illona, you make so happy.". He laughed and sunf a song of love to her while she scowled and pulled the carriage door's curtain down. The nerve of him! She would make him pay somehow. Penelope could see the disdain and distress on her Mistress's face,but she dared not attempt to say anything.