Chapter 7: Zolandria's POV

I tossed and turned the whole night, my restlessness sinking its fangs into me. It’s been a couple of hours since I woke up, and my anxiety is through the roof.

If anything, this fear isn’t going to hold me back, but rather fuel me. I am never safe in my father’s enemy’s house.

Deal or not.

No one is coming.

I have to save myself.

I have been scrutinizing the guard for hours now. He shuffles his feet a couple of seconds per hour.

The slight mutter of greetings when a fellow guard passes by.

The faint scent of his cologne reminds me that I am not alone.

My eyes scan the room, looking for potential weaknesses to use as an escape route, but I find nothing.

Windows secured.

The door locked from the outside.

Policed by a guard 24/7.

I need to find a way to get past him.

But how?

My eye catches the glass of water on the center table, and an idea crosses my mind.

If I want to get past the mountain in front of my door, I’d have to distract him.

I walk up to the table, pick the glass up, and r