Alora delicately dabbed the napkin across her lips, sipping the water before setting the glass on the table.
"Thank you for the food," she expressed her gratitude, then proceeded to don the blindfold. Having already signaled with a bell, the servants entered with Cecilia.
"Miss Alora, the carriage is ready for you," Cecilia informed her after the other servants had departed.
Alora nodded and she walked with Cecilia, who had her securely held her arm. After several minutes, they were out, at the gate, which was hardly used by the prince.
Alora's heart raced as Cecilia's scream echoed, stirring panic within her.
"What happened, Cecilia?" Alora asked anxiously, unable to see and unable to remove her blindfold.
Magnus's voice cut through the tension, "Who do you think you are to go against my decision?" Alora could sense Cecilia's distress as Magnus tightened his grip around her neck, lifting her into the air.
