When Lyvia woke up, her head was throbbing painfully. It was as if an army of tiny people are drilling inside her head. She squinted through the red haze of pain and looked around her. She is inside a plush luxurious carriage alone and it was moving at a slow pace.
Where are they going?
She rubbed her temple. She can’t remember what happened or where they are taking her or sending her to. She looked at her clothing. It was plain and made of rough cotton. She tried to think. She doesn’t even know her own name.
Is she some rich person’s servant being sent on an errand?
The jostling of the carriage did not help much. Every bump sends shooting pains through her skull. She groaned and clutched her head. She tried to think again. What was her name? Where is she going? What does she do? I
