Lillian's Mercy: King slayer

I woke up in a daze, unsure of why my body felt so stiff, so sore.

I winced as I threw my legs over the side of the bed, and again as I stood up, pain flaring from every muscle in my body as I made my way to the polished mirror beside my wardrobe.

I gasped at the sight of the bruised and battered girl in front of me.

The memories from last night flooded my mind. It was my birthday. Father had invited several high class guests to the event.

He expected me to begin courting. The man he had introduced me to was a plump old man.

I had refused adamantly, his years against my fourteen churned my stomach.

Unfortunately, my father didn't take my refusal well. He grabbed me by the arm roughly and dragged me into the attic-my bedroom.

His beatings were getting worse. At least the last time i t hadn't taken much effort to hide the pain. This time that wouldn't be possible.
This time, there would be no hiding it. This time the pain was too much.

I whimpered as I headed to the door, but it was locked.

It seems my father had predicted my state.

Rage and anger burned through my veins as I slammed my fist against the door.

One day I would learn to defend myself. One day I would escape this wretched castle. One day I would no longer be bound by the Caspian people. One day I will no longer be their princess.

"I will get away from here, and you will pay for what you've done old man." I vowed before slamming my fist against the door again.

"I will be free." I huffed as I crawled back into the bed for some much needed rest.