Chapter 7 Escape - I

• Time seemed to have stilled.
• The shadows cast by the fireplace grew and danced on the dark walls of the room like silent observers, but Eulalia didn't care. Sitting on the edge of the bed for long minutes, she observed the shaggy carpet under her bare feet and the luxurious furniture around her with barely disguised contempt. Velvet cushions, hand-embroidered tapestries, gilded chandeliers… everything there screamed power and wealth, but to her, they were nothing more than grating disguised as beauty.
• Perhaps any other girl would have marveled at every corner; she herself had dreamed of marrying a prince and living in a golden castle, but that castle was nothing like her dreams, and her king was far from a prince; he was, in fact, a beast.