Valerie pov.
Darkened thoughts swirl in my head. Hope is dwindling. Despair is churning my insides. I've come to terms with my fate. I won't stay here and let them use me. I'll take my life because I know there is no escape. Just as I reach for the knife, Ash charges into the room. He takes in my weary and boney appearance. The knife poised towards me in my hand. He stares. Stepping quickly and disarming me. He holds me against him. Wrapping his arms tightly around me. "Nothing is worth that. Princess, nothing is worth taking your own life" he murmurs. I shake my head. "I won't be used against my father. I won't" I sob. God I'm weak. I think to myself. "Shhh. I'm here now. Calm down" Ash coos. How can a guy so frosted and cold, turn around and be kind? I ask myself. He chuckles. "It's called Love Daughter of Oberon" he whispers in my ear. "I said that out loud?" I ask dumbly. He nods. "Yes Princess" he replies. I sigh and move away, sitting on the bed facing the wall.