Chapter 11

The princess sighed softly as she began to wake, her throat throbbing lightly. She groaned, slowly moving to a seated position. Elika wiped the small beads of sweat that began forming on her forehead, panting slightly as she caught her bandaged ankle. She shuffled back on the cot-like bed, leaning against one of the padded walls. She forced herself not to cry as her mind raced, fear taking over her mind. Her hand moved towards her throat self-consciously, the skin delicate as she traced her fingers over where the dark lord had strangled her. Why did he do that? She had done nothing wrong, nor did she deserve such harsh treatment.

The princess jumped slightly as the metal door opened, forcefully returning her to reality. Michael slowly walked into the small cell, his black eyes locking on her. Elika took a shaky breath as she moved her hands away from her neck, silently watching as Michael approached the bed. She lifted her good leg towards her chest, glancing around the bare