The Conqueror

POV Tanya:

Tanya sat on a soft, comfortable bed. A chain was hanging from her neck, tied to a collar forged of translucent black crystals.

She was in a large luxurious room that was more fitting for an honourable guest than for a prisoner. A large crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, showering the room in bright light patterns.

A worry was visible on her face as she gazed at the richly decorated ceiling, 'I wonder if my fiance managed to escape.'

She was confused, not even understanding why she felt like it, 'Do you I hate him or do I like him?'

Suddenly the doors into the room opened smoothly without any creaking, and a short figure slipped inside.

She was a young girl in her late teens. Her whole face was pale in fear. Her blue ice-like eyes were still wet from crying. Her white snow-like hairs were looking like covered in the morning frost.

She fell to her knees, her blue dress rustling, "Please save me; I am too young to die!"