The shrouds of darkness covered all the light. Abi twisted on the bed as she heard whispers.
"Kill her, that is the perfect opportunity. We had no use of her anymore." The voice began to grow cold even when it was low and soft.
"How are you so sure, the lord must have thought of something when he married her." the whisper grew closer. Abi tried to open her eyes but she felt a strange pressure on them. No matter how much she tried, she could not open them at all.
Her grip on the blanket tightened as she realized that it might be some kind of drug. Who could drug her? The voice felt oddly familiar. It belonged to Sharon, the baroness who had taught her lessons.
But tonight in the party Dion had ignored her as if she did not exist. He had danced with her only again and again until she was giddy, laughing and had gone high with happiness.