A door was pushed open, and two soldiers stepped into a room where a woman concealed herself under a blanket.
"Hiding under piece of cloth isn't going to save you, Lady Priscilla. Your husband has fled, leaving you here, and soon you'll be a source of relief for us. I can't wait to know what it feels like doing it with a noble," a guard chortled, relishing the sight of the woman shivering like a scared little cat.
"She's so pathetic," he snickered, turning to the others, who barely paid the woman any attention as they were focused on the game they played.
Another one stood at the window, looking down at the vast Winter city in all its splendor. "Just look at this view, it's marvelous."
Suddenly, the person behind the blanket removed it and pointed at the door. "Get out, you bastards!" she hissed, her body trembling both in anger and fear.