Alyssane closed her eyes, and a heavy strangled sigh escaped her lips.
She felt torn and suffocated.
Gold and silver coins cascaded down from overflowing chests, there were numerous jewels, gems, and treasures that went beyond her wildest imagination.
'What did you do, Vernon?'
A cold dread settled in her heart, but closing her eyes was worse.
The darkness pressed in, drowning her deeper inside her wretched memories. Her small hands, clenched around the hilt of a dagger, felt useless against the weight of everything.
She was too young, forced to marry a man twice her age. He was vicious, they said, and they told her more things, how he was a wicked monster, how he would devour her on their wedding night, and do crueler things. He would be her death.
"Leave…" she whispered, but he only came closer.
And soon there was blood.
The dagger slipped from her fingers.
