I hear his steps as clear as the cold morning breeze among the crisp air. He was here. He had come to laugh in my face. I am still not scared of him.

I see his silhouette as he steps to my cell. Soon, darkness fades from his king-like clothes. I see his feet, legs, and torso. I look up to him. My body is still on the ground.

"Have you thought about it?" He had left me for what seems like days to think about it all. I stay quiet. I cannot speak. My body is incapable of speaking. I try to say something, but a quiet screaming breath comes rolling out of my tongue. 

"Cat got tongue? Well then. Let us treat you like a cat!" I can hear the cell for open. He steps forward and places two metal bowls. The one on the left has nothing in it, the one on the right had what looked like a feast. "This one means you are going to marry me," He scoots the left one towards me. "This one means you don't," He scoots the right one towards me. "Choose wisely."

I knew my mind on the matter. I knew what I was going to say. I was starving and that didn't help my case. The food bowl didn't just have food in it, it had things that I wanted as well. The one full of food had warm buttered bread, grapes, oranges, raspberries, a warm blanket, a cup of nice warm milk, a hot bag full of rice, and more. I longed for it. I then remember what the woman said in my dream:

"The Moon has made a bright path, but it will never survive his wrath. Do the unexpected and accept it."

I had thought that maybe she knew this was going to happen. Tears roll down to the ground. I knew I can't do what I want. Save myself. That is my only thought. It is my new mission.

I reach for the empty bowl. The rest of my body is unable to move. I feel stuck to the ground. The cold, wet ground.

I pull the bowl towards my chest and face. I take my hand and reach inside the bowl. Nothing. I collapse my hand around air as if it was food within the bowl. I slowly guide my hand to my mouth. I eat what it is inside the bowl. I have officially convinced myself that there is food.

Damion looks surprised. "Are you sure about your decision?" It seemed his plan backfired. I look at his face as I pull an imaginary apple out of the bowl and bit into it roughly. Damion sighs and looks like he was defeated.

"Ok then. Hello, my bride to be." He steps out of the cell. "Take her." He orders and I can feel someone's arms wrap around me and pick me up. They don't feel warm. They are metal.

Over time I am fed back to Life and taken care of like I am a delicate flower that could crumble just by a touch. I was treated like a queen. I was given my own luxurious room with my own personal bathroom. Each had space to dance and roll around in. Everything was at it's highest quality and the bed and couch was the softest thing I was ever to feel. I was given dresses that I was fitted for; that was as comfortable as wearing a pillow. I had servants cater to me and maids that I was able to befriend and talk to like a human being. As this went on, hatred for both Star and Damion only grew. Soon I was to be wed to Damion. I hadn't seen him since I agreed to the marriage. It was the day of the wedding. They had given me back my prosthetic leg and I was fitted into a dress that was filled with jewels and gems and diamonds. I had earrings, necklaces, and diamonds and jewels placed on my face. The dress was white and I wore diamonds of white and jewels and gems of green. It was time.

As I stood in the mirror looking at my dress that I never thought I would wear. A hate bubbles in my head. I stared at the mirror for hours. I even punched and shattered the mirror. That was when Kayla stepped into my room upon hearing the noise.

"Lyra, are you okay?" She rushed in. She was one of the people I was glad to see come in. "Yes. I am fine. Thank you." I turned and smiled to her warmly. The glass was scattered on the floor. It was a normal sight for her. She doesn't like Damion much more than I do. "Another mirror?" She sighed.

"I'm sorry. I am just stressed about the wedding." I say. She sighs again and walks towards me. She takes my hand and guides me to the couch. "Ok. What is the plan?" She looked determined. It was nice to see her happy. "I have the knife, so I could just wing it..." I drag on my "just". Kayla now looks disappointed. "That's all you thank of?" She almost yelled, almost catching the guard attention. I shrug and take a nervous laugh.

"So what you are going to do is: once you have gotten to the altar, you will go through the marriage. Proclaim your vows and say your "I do"s. Once you two kiss, stab him in the heart. Twist the dagger and bring it back out. It should kill him." I nodded, but Something still stuck out.

"What if one of the guards sees me? Then what?" I ask. You can never be too sure. "They won't be focused on you because I was entrusted with watching you. When you kill him, you are putting both me and you on the line. You are the one who kills him, I am the one who doesn't report the sight of the dagger. Got it?" She hugs me like it is our last time to see each other. "Got it."

If there was one word to describe how I feel, it would be scared. If I make one wrong move, then it's back to the dungeon I go at best. At worst, I'm dead. "Now the wedding is going to start soon, so we should get into place."

I followed her to a massive double door. Two guards were there and Kayla had gone in, but I knew I wasn't supposed to until I am brought out.

After a few seconds, Kayla slightly opened the door and leaned in. She stuck her thumb up and gave her biggest smile. "Good luck!" She slid back out and the door shut behind her.

Good luck is the only thing I am counting on right now.