Emilia's POV Something scratched my cheek. I reached up without opening my eyes, expecting to find the soft edge of my silk pillow, but my fingers closed around something dry and rough instead. I jerked my hand back and opened my eyes, only to find myself staring at a ceiling made of crooked wooden beams. For a moment, I simply stared, too confused to make sense of what I was seeing. Then the smell reached me, thick with dust, old wood, damp straw, and something sour that I really did not want to identify. I pushed myself upright, and my head immediately started pounding. I looked down at what I had been sleeping on. It was not a mattress. It was a pile of straw. Actual straw was poking through my wedding gown and sticking to my hair. My mouth fell open. “No.” I brushed at my dress, only making more straw cling to the expensive fabric. I looked around the small, filthy room and finally understood. Someone had kidnapped me. The thought had barely settled in my mind when I hea
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