Mirelah;
"Stupid. Stupid, that's what you are Mirelah, you're stupid. "I keep muttering to myself as I slap my forehead while pacing about in my room.
I didn't want to marry this man. I wanted to escape. Up until last night, I wanted to escape. Yet here I am. Here I am about to literally walk through hell in order to get married to him.
A man who has no iota of trust in me.
I know getting married to him is not the reason I'm doing this, but in the end, if I succeed, I'll be on my way to marry him.
The one who almost killed me yesterday.
I stop in front of my mirror, and I look at my neck to see the bruises he inflicted on me, but to my shock… they're no longer there. Just this morning, it was still there. Purple and furious.
The cut on my cheek also isn't there anymore. H-how??
Where did they go? A few hours ago, when I was getting ready for the court meeting, the wounds were there, so?
I freeze when the door to my room suddenly swings open.
