BACK TO TRAINING

EVANORA’S POV

A whole three days had passed by since the last time I was allowed to step out of my room.

My dad meant every word when telling me I wasn’t going to be allowed to leave the room. By the doors, were armed guards ready to attack me at even my slightest attempt to escape and the windows were laced with fresh vervain every morning to stop me from trying to pass through them.

It was useless to act stubbornly. There was literally no way out.

Refusing to admit defeat so easily, I refused to eat for the first day. Irritated every time a new maid appeared with a tray of food, I’d yell at them and send them out, feeling satisfied from the look of fear on their faces.

My dad however seemed just as angry as I was as he was relentless. With every maid I sent out of my room, a new one was sent in the next hour.

I couldn’t understand him. He obviously didn’t care about my feelings or what I wanted so why was he so bothered about me eating or not?

By the second day, I’d become weak fr