บท 460: Evindal's Royal Heir

Before leaving for Draoidh, Anastasia visited Etaya once again. Over the last few days, Etaya had been dreading the familiar footfalls she heard every day at this time. She would beg the guards to stop her from coming to her, she would try to bribe them, cajole them or threaten them, but it was as good as talking to the walls. No one heard her. Sometimes, a prisoner or two would laugh at her. 

"Please, please don't do anything to me," Etaya said as she bristled in the chains. Suspended in the air for so long was so painful that she wondered if it would be better that they chop her limbs off. She wanted to rest on the floor and what would she give to curl up in a corner. She had peed in her pants again and again and it stank so much that sometimes she vomited. What she was and what she had become. She swore a hundred times in a day that if she ever got a chance at freedom, she would kill Anastasia.