Not a shard, not a fragment of limbo in sight. No Emeric, no mother and certainly no Silas either. For all she prayed, her sleep was dreamless.
Although, no complaints were made considering her position allowed her very little luxury. Praying for no nightmares was the best and only standard to pine after.
The floor was hard and cold, but at the very least there was peace… That lasted until a foot struck her side, wrenching the first scream out of her in that early morning.
"Up, whore! You've had enough rest!" Zarah towered over her figure as Arabella straightened up onto her knees, "You've got a long day coming so you will need to have a proper breakfast," she practically spat, "Although, if it were up to me, you wouldn't get as much as a sniff of food but alas, it is out of my control,"
Arabella kept her eyes on the floor as the shivers that plagued her since the previous day resumed.
"Stand up!"
