A day of desperate mourning was taken by her soul in the privacy of her bedroom. Where in her solitude, Dina closed herself from the concerns the servants demonstrated, missing the meals and visits of an attentive servant.
The beliefs she feared had ultimately been confirmed by the guard her young heart had taken notice of... Therefore, the sadness could finally find shape and action in the mourning woman.
Hence, rage and weakness invaded her during the time she remained inside the bedroom, thinking of the days that were gone, the days that would come and the uncertain today that had harmed her so greatly.
Tears would not forbid even as dry of them... Yet it was not going to be long before the sound of her door would bring the voice of an unknown slave… and the pain would quickly find the retaliation her loneliness demanded.