Chapter Nine

After being whipped until I blacked out, I regained consciousness to find myself back in the comfort of my room. I was lying face down, unable to move due to the stinging pain in my buttocks.

"My lady, you're awake," Martha's voice came from behind me. I tried to nod, but the sharp pain shot up my spine, causing me to cry out.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you," Martha sniffled. I couldn't see her face, but I could sense her tears.

"It's not your fault, Martha. You're not the one who did this to me," I reassured her.

"But I stood by and watched it happen," guilt was evident in her tone. If only I could embrace her and let her know how grateful I was to have her in my life. If my maid had been like the others, evil and plotting my downfall, I might have given up a long time ago.

"Let me apply balm to your wounds."

My skirt was lifted, and I didn't object. A cold sensation spread over my wounds, causing some pain but also relieving it slightly.

"Can you get me some water?" I asked