Rosalind jolted up, panic apparent on her face. She looked around and quickly realized she was not inside her room.
Then the headache started. She held her head, massaging her temples as she squeezed her eyes shut. She recalled the last moments before she lost consciousness.
Her conversation with the Duke ended with her flustered and a little upset. In the end, she wasn't able to get the result that she wanted. The man insisted that she was his person. She took the wine and drank it without realizing that her current body was not the body of the past that could handle alcohol.
The Duke immediately told her to rest in his tent. Then he left.
The next thing she knew, a loud growl echoed and before she could even do a single thing, she felt a throbbing pain on her back, then her vision turned dark.
A beast attacked her!
A beast!
Why would a beast, that was known for living in the North, attack her?
