Chapter 35 Duchess Of Blood

• Red. The color of rage and blood. I let my fingers trail down the soft, cool fabric of the gown clinging to me. Was he trying to make a statement? If that was the case, then there was nothing good about it.
• It was the first time I had worn something other than white, and that’s why I felt alien—staring at my made-up reflection in the mirror, wondering if it was really me.
• The makeup hid the gauntness of my face. In just a few days, I had lost a lot of weight. The injuries had healed, except for the bruises on my knuckles.