It was true then; her father had sent them after all…
The zimmerlarks' chant somehow drew further, deeper into the backdrop behind every caravane of thoughts that coursed her mind.
She'd be travelling to a cushy place, he said.
However, Arabella knew there'd be nothing cushy in the future Reubon and the prince had in the making for her.
"Drink," the blond man knelt before her, pulling the gag off her mouth before pushing a water pouch to her lips.
The young woman had barely had the time to react that water flooded her dry throat. She gulped it down with care in an attempt to avoid choking.
The realization that thirst had almost consumed her, prompted her head to stalk the pouch when he took it away, desperate for more.
After plugging the leather bottle, the man did not immediately stand back up and instead remained crouched, studying her face, her mouth more intently, bringing attention to it.
