As the dawn breaks, the first rays of sunlight filter through the ornate windows of the chamber, casting a warm glow on Ana's face. She slowly opens her eyes, a wave of disorientation washing over her. The memories of the previous day come rushing back, along with the throbbing pain in her wounds. She looks down at her hands, now free from the ropes that bound her, and notices the red marks etched into her skin. She gently rubbed the marks, seeing them nearly brought tears to her eyes how would Wesleynard feel if he saw her in this state?
She stared out the large window a familiar cold numbness seeping into her bones, she chuckled to herself as she observed the clouds, "Silly of you to expect your happiness to last." Ana reached out from under the covers letting her feet touch the ground, she heaved in exhaustion as she continued muttering to herself, "This is your fate, from the beginning you've been bound for misery, you can't escape it."
