“Will you not reconsider?”
The guard’s voice was soft, maybe that was the change she noticed…and liked the most. She hid the little smile in the corner of her mouth, seeking the cape’s shadow as she tilted her head.
Who would have thought?
She gently touched the other woman’s face, the flame colored locks that once filled her heart with hatred now obediently gave way to her fingers.
Oh, she knew that face well. It was the face that she kept seeing in her nightmares, waking her up covered in cold sweat. It was the face of her captor, her tormentor, the holder of her chain. She was her doom, and she became her salvation.
’’You know my answer well, friend. I cannot leave him. I just…cannot.’’
Her gaze glanced towards the corner of the room, trying to look at, and not inside the container which silently stood there. A memento of the capricious and cruel nature of fate, a reminder that happily ever after exists only for the v