The door opened and George entered the room and made his way to his bed, but only to find Freya asleep. He let out a long sigh disappointed, he hardly had time for her since their wedding.He has been occupied, and only goes to bed late only to leave the bed before she wakes up.But today, he was hoping to see her awake. He needed her, her advice. This was the first time he will ever admit that he needed someone's advice and even go to them for it.However, he is a few steps from breaking down. A decision has to be made, and he has to choose between power and his cousin.Family is one thing he cherishes and hopefully one day he will be able to start one with Freya. But now he has to destroy one thing he loves to protect his position.He hates it, he is angry, going crazy about what to do, if he has to choose between family and power that will be......Freya yawned awake, she rubbed her eyes only to see George sit next to her but his mind was there. "When did you get here?" Freya asked

Her face speaks of many emotions as she watches her father been taken away by the guards. It wasn't a surprise, they had expected this will happen when the prince came to them last night.He asked them some questions, and she informed him about Simon calling off the engagement, and how Imogen slapped her. And when he was leaving, he told them this.This will be their last moment as father and daughter, at that moment she realizes that her father's crime has been made known to the world, and she was the reason it happened.She was so obsessed with her love for Simon and failed to see she fall for a monster. And now her father will be killed for her crime.At least, she will get what she always wanted, getting married to Simon. But now, she doesn't want that, all she needs right now is her father.Not the stupid marriage, not Simon that never loved her. However it is too late, she ruined everything."Father" She called and Maverick turned to her with a smile as they dragged him out of h

The slaves watch Imogen as she packed her things along with Poppy helping her.They all gave a hateful look and murmured among themselves, but she didn't care.There were the least of her thought."I can't believe this, never has anyone thought a slave might leave this hell? You are a miracle and our hope that we might one day as well leave this place"Imogen chuckled at Poppy's words, and looked at the slaves "I don't think so, they probably hate me""That isn't true""Really? Then why are they murmuring among themselves? I have ears you know" She said while Poppy scratch her neck."Ok, maybe they did hate you a little. But you are still their hope, before you came the only slave to getting out of this place was dead. Then you came and got out, caught but he didn't kill you. Many of us have been here for years, but never have we imagined that we will get out of here.But the lord permitted you to leave, and you are leaving with his cousin. That is a miracle and to be honest, am jealo

The red garment slipped off her body and she stepped inside the warm water of the bathtub, filled with red roses. She relaxed her body into the soothing feeling of the water's warmth, as two slaves washed her, with Poppy behind them inspecting their service to Imogen, tonight, there could be no mistakes. Imogen wondered if the letter she sent had reached Edward and if Aria was now safe. Decisions were meant to be made, and she made one, she chose to abandon Edward and hold Simon's hand. Regret? if she had one, she would not have made this decision earlier. "We are done" The slaves announced and she stepped out from the bathtub, her body was then dried by the slaves with clean fabrics, it sure felt good to be cared for in such a manner, it almost made her feel like royalty, but she knew she couldn't be farther from royalty. They sat her down in front of the mirror and they started dressing her. "Do you know you have the most beautiful hair I have ever seen?" Poppy addressed her as s

Poppy stared, shocked by his request. She can't believe he wants her to poison Imogen, why? It is just so cruel to a girl who has never done anything to him. Maybe her only sin was being Simon's woman, but none of it was her fault. She is just as helpless as any other slave, just like her. "I.....I... Please take my life, but I don't think I can do it" She said and got on her knees while Lucien looked at her with no emotion written on his face. "Oh," He curled his lips and squatted at her level, and raised her jaw, in a hurtful way. "Then you won't mind if I inform your former master where you are now, I saved you from your brutal master who wanted you and your son dead. If I let him know about your location, he won't hesitate to come to find and kill both you and your son. Or will it be better if I do it myself, I mean kill your son and hand you over to him" Lucien threatened and Poppy's eyes flickered with different kinds of emotions. "Not my son, please" She clamped her hands t