October 2, 1345.
The Wailing Wench,
The city of Dromnerty,
The Harbour town of Myknos.
Lady Odeya Katarina Black
Odeya stared at her mother, an inky soup of emotions churning in her mind.
The words played over and over in her head but she still couldn't believe they were real.
"I didn't." She confessed causing Odeya's mouth to hang open in surprise, "I never tried to. That was just a ruse I knew would get your attention."
She staggered backwards and put out an arm to stop her mother as she made to suppprt her.
"Don't." She whispered, feeling her heart contract with pain, "Don't touch me."
Thankfully, the woman respected her wishes and stood by the window giving her daughter her much needed space.
Odeya had never felt claustrophobic but the walls of the tiny room bore down on her heavily and the close proximity to her mother did nothing to ease her pain.
