“Hey wake up… miss?” “Are you certain she is alive?” I heard voices from a distance, they sounded like whispers.

I tried to open my eyes, but the harsh light from the sun hurt them,

I attempt to recall all that happened yet my head hurts in the process.

“Are you alright Miss?” I heard the voice again, and this time it was clear, I managed to glance around then I realized I was on a bed in an open field.

Memories come flooding back; I managed to escape my Father's men, and ...