Emilia knew she was in the middle of a nightmare. It was a scenario that had plagued her often after that fateful incident. And yet, she was powerless to break away from it as she re-lived the scene that had transpired.
The grandeur of the boat hosting their wedding reception stood tall in her mind, its ornate decorations and shimmering lights reflecting off the gentle waves.
"Look at you, all dolled up for your big day. You actually look passably pretty. Shhh... why are you struggling again. Tonight is our wedding night, Emilia. Nothing can stop me tonight..."
Trembling, she struggled against his hold she tried to muster her strength and voiced defiantly," You wanted to be able to sit next to me on the throne. You have that now Clive. But you have no power over me! Do you understand? You will never have me!"
