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I stumbled back to the bed. My head was still pounding and my heart was still racing.I didn't have time to panic. I had to scrub.the rag felt strange in my hand yet familiar. I grabbed the rough brush the woman had left beside the pail. The bathroom was not a bathroom like I knew. No tiles. No shower. A big stone basin, a hole in the floor, and moss growing in the corners. The water in the pail was icy and smelled like lemon and ash.I knelt. My knees still that sand feeling, like they would crumble screamed.The door was half open. Footsteps. Two other girls in black and white servant uniforms passed. They saw me on the floor and giggled, their expression full of mockery."Look, the fourth is scrubbing again. Lady Irish must be angry," one whispered, loud enough for me to hear."She always scrubs. That's all she's good for," the other laughed. They didn't stop. They didn't help. They just walked away laughing.My stomach made a loud, rumbling growl. I Felt like I hadn’t eaten in years

Lady Irish grabbed a stack of faded, dusty photograph albums. She opened one and flipped through the pages quickly. "This is how we maintained the façade," she muttered to me. "When people ask, you are an extremely distant cousin who just arrived. You were studying abroad in the outer colonies. Remember the story in case you are asked. You have never lived here.""But I have memories of being here," I protested, a slight tremor in my voice. The memories were blurry, incomplete and felt faraway but they were there. I remembered the garden, the library.Lady Irish laughed, a short, humorless sound. "Nonsense. You've been isolated in the west wing since you were sixteen, except for mandatory tutor sessions. We told people you were sent away. You have lived a life of total hiding for four years. No one knows you. That is the only thing saving us now."This explained the kind of room I woke up in. Sylvia wasn't just unwanted, she was kept hidden. I looked at Kael again. She caught my eye a

Sylviamy mother walk up to the creepy man “Lord Rough it’s good to see you” she smile so charmingly.so this is the Lord I was sold to, he look tall, maybe in his early 40’s , a wolf for that matter, will he eat me, oh God, I shivered from my spot.“Oh Jane how is the Irish family, I suppose you have received my token, you never told me she’s this beautiful but why the veil”Mom smile nervously. “You should be the first one to see her face Lord Rough” she bow slightlyJesse pitch my arm painfullly “you’re suppose to smile and wave oh you don’t mind walking up to them to greet your new husband do you.”what a rotten luck I have, I put on a soft smile bowing slightly though am not sure they saw my face, mom laugh at the joke he made.my hand became sweaty,My mind was racing so loud I feared those around me could hear it. My legs move before my brain registered. I quickly walk away avoiding his burning gaze, my feet took me outside the ballroom, down the hall,I spent the next hour obser