CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Victoria showed me to my room. A very lavishly spacious room, well adorned, beautiful and not less luxurious. It has a very large bed, a large bathroom, and a big window blinded by nicely-embroidered silk cottons. Every other item in the room is either gold or has a touch of gold.

Taking my gaze around the space, I couldn’t get to feel good, even when the room was far preferable to the little semi-dungeon that my stepmother made me stay in in my father’s palace.

It still feels as if I am in hell, yet to settle down. Slowly, I ambled over to the large bed. I sat on it, feeling more devastated each time.

I didn’t even realize when I began to cry. The tears that I had been holding back leaked out of my eyes unquenchably. I never wanted anyone to see it, but I thoroughly forgot that Victoria was still in the room, having a close stare at me.