16 Dukes threat- Part 3 (2/2)
”I am at loss of words myself. Don't worry about me. You should worry about yourself. Two days and I have heard the worst things about the eastern empire. The land sounds notorious so don't wander around. Please be careful,” he said as the servant came to take him.
She nodded, whispering to herself, seeing Howard go away, ”I will.”
Heidi now sat in the carriage, empty-handed except for an envelope in her hand which she had to give to the Lord of Bonelake. The bag that she had been carrying for two days was snatched away from her telling she would not be wearing tattered clothes there to tarnish the Curtis' name. Her uncle had then said that brand new clothes would be sent to her in a week's time. At the time she was leaving her family didn't give her a word of encouragement, she was hurried into the carriage with the coachman and one of Duke's guard who now sat next to the coachman outside just so she didn't pull a stunt of running away again.
Her fate had been sealed and there was no way out.The journey to the main city of Bonelake was a three days journey from Woville, and she could do nothing but sit in the carriage. The guard of the Duke was a giant man, a beard which looked ragged and a long scar that ran over his right eye. He didn't bother to talk to her except for the time when it came to stopping for food.
She rested the side of her head on the window, looking at the trees pass them in an endless haze until she fell asleep.
”Aaah!!”
Screams were heard from the dungeons from where the little girl was, every scream instilled fear and pain. The little girl sat, her knees drawn to her chest. It was as though she could feel the person's pain as the crucifying scream erupted, bouncing off the walls.
When a hand was placed on her shoulder she jumped, her shoulder jerking away.
”Are you alright?” the red-haired woman who had befriended her in this unknown place asked in concern, a worried look creasing the woman's forehead, ”Here, take this. You will feel much better,” she said pulling the ragged and worn out blanket under her and placing it around the girl.
The girl had found comfort in the woman's company but one day the guardsman came back with the red-haired woman, dragging her back to the cell with her hair and then slapped her right across her face.
”Stupid cunt! Instead of being grateful you pull a stunt like that?”
”I would rather die than stay in this hell hole you call a home for us,” the woman spat infuriating the guard. He pulled back her hair and ran her through the uneven walls, over and over as she whimpered in pain. The little girl who was here, curled in the corner.
”What did you say?! Tell me! Tell me!” the guardsman asked as he rammed the woman's head through the wall, blood marking the stones, ”Tell me!” he said letting go of her finally.
The woman fell on the ground lifeless, eyes still open with blood that marred her face.
Heidi was suddenly woken by the Duke's guard when he opened the carriage's door, ”We have arrived Ms Curtis.”