Chapter 3: Your idiot

The good part of getting forgotten in that filthy prison was that I had free time to put my thoughts in place. I began to organize my memories of my other life. He had formed me in diplomacy, as the future heiress of my father's company. I learned all the talents an heiress needed to have. He could sing, dance, to play instruments and put me politely under any circumstances. My greatest talent was the strategy, and thanks to this I graduated with honors at the university.

Even my cousin poison me and end my life.

I sighed and analyzed my options.

In fact, my only choice was to hope that the damned man one-eyed decided to have mercy and let me leave.

I sighed and leaned my head on the cold wall of gross stone, waiting for him to come.

I began to calculate the hours of the day according to the exchange of guards and my meals.

The clothes of that man and the way he was treated by the guards made me think he was a nobleman, and so I imagined that his availability to visit a simple Calade would be after dinner.

I smiled lightly at the steps approaching.

"Good evening, my lord."

I said, looking at him with a wry smile. He stopped walking and for a moment his expression looked surprised, but then he turned to the impassive face that I was already getting used to it.

And he did not answer me.

"What's the name of this place?" I asked, sitting in a lotus position and looking at him in my cell. "In what year are we?"

He repeated the position of the day before and crouched in front of me.

"Marlan. 956." He said categorically.

I stared at him without saying anything.

Year of 956? Write a review More than a thousand years in the past? The marlan? This place did not exist in history.

"I see."

I said at last, trying to suppress panic.

He stared at me for long seconds, his mouth tight in a thin line.

"You're leaving tomorrow, then I'll send some servants to prepare you."

He said at last.

"Going out where?"

I asked, raising his head and letting our eyes meet.

"It's none of your business."

He said, getting up and walking without looking back.

How can it not be of my account? Your idiot.

I sighed dramatically, tearing worried expressions from the guards, who seemed to feel a little compassion for me.

I smiled suddenly.

Maybe there was another means of acquiring information.