Alana
My hands are cold and there is a growing pit in my stomach that threatens to snarl me at any moment but I am trying my hardest to fight it off.
But then, looking at how my own family who abused me since I was a child bowing before me made me feel something.
Is it satisfaction I am feeling? Dread for what’s to come or just simply an anticipation?
I don’t know. All I know is that with each step I take towards the gated mansion that used to hold the most traumatic years of my life, the urge to run has never gotten this stronger.
“Stand straight! The new ambassadress from the capital is here for a visit!” One of the royal guards with me shouted as my father slowly lifted his head towards me.
“Welcome to our humble village, ambassad-”
The smile on his face faded and shock washed al
