Valerie pov.
My thoughts tumbled in my head. I knew not to make a bargain or a deal with these people. Or anyone for that fact. Here is Faeryland, if you make a deal/ bargain/ contract with someone you are bound by it until either you die, or the person you made the contract with died or until it was fufilled. So when people came into my room to speak to me I kept my mouth shut tight. I would not be drawn in and tied to a fate I didn't want. I just hoped soon, that I would escape here. This place looks bright and cheerful, but it's cold and desolate. Meaning one thing. I was in the winter court. Tir Nar Nog most likely. That is the heart of the winter court where Queen Mab and her three sons, Sage the eldest, Rowan the middle and Ash, the youngest, but the most favoured prince of them all, lived.
Snapping back to reality, I was still sitting on the floor. It had been four days. My back ached and my neck is stiff. My heart thunders in my chest every day. Frightened and alone.