Eva's POV
After the melee, I was moved back to my chambers again. The guards would be by my room round the clock now. I had dinner with my family and was washed for the night. I could not take being groomed in the bathroom that I had been tortured in. So I washed in another.
"I hope it was not all too much for you dear?" Mother asked as she accompanied me to my door.
I turned and looked up with the most genuine smile I could muster, "I am alright mother," I lied.
As we stopped by my door, she took my hand in hers and squeezed. Her eyes glowed with the dim light of the torches that illuminated the corridor. She was the personification of warmth, it threatened to break me down and tell her all my worries and moral dilemmas but I just could not let her know. It was better that I kept it to myself. "I am always here when you need me," assured.
