The letter

Sinclair took Rayna to a part of the castle. Extravagant, and where the young woman would be happy but as they walked together, the young woman was silent.

She was trembling, and Sinclair could tell that her heart was aching, but she didn't mention any word, knowing that the young woman definitely needed time of her own and probably when she had recovered, then Sinclair could talk to her.

The room was magnificent, with a chandelier, a big bed, a dress table, a cupboard, a wardrobe, and servants at her disposal.

Rayna sat at the edge of the bed, hands clenched, digging her nails into her fingers and drawing blood unconsciously.

Sinclair saw it and immediately went to her and held her hands, causing the young woman to look at her. She was dejected.

"What is it?" Sinclair asked softly.

"They're talking about me" Rayna muttered, "it's not something good" She said, her eyes turning moist as tears threatened to spill down her face.