IT'S FIONA

MONA

She had been in the dark room for more than a week now, everything she was given go food only became tasteless to her, all she wanted was to go home and not in a dungeon.

These hefty huge men Mona suspected as werewolves guarded her day and night, even when she asked them the reason why she was captured, no one seems to listen to her, they ignored her every plea.

How can a woman be this bitter just for a man, she should have known her life won't be an easy one since she had finally accepted King Damon.

Suddenly the door opened, Mona could not see anyone since her eyes are still tied up with a piece of clothing.

She listened for a voice but she rather heard the click clack of heels, and then she smelled the ambroxan perfume from the woman.

There was a  long silence and Mona could tell the woman was in front of her.

"How do you feel being tied up for days now?". The harsh voice came.