Sheila’s POV

Waking up on a soft mattress, a flamboyant bedroom and being fed to stupor with staff at every turn wasn’t the life I expected waking up to. Growing up in the slave quarters sleeping on a hard cold floor was the normal routine, being able to sleep with food on your stomach and a warm shawl around your neck was considered a privilege.

A terrible existence words fail to describe how it felt and waking up to see how things have changed in a few weeks gladdens my heart but not entirely. My mission being brought back here was to do what I must to survive the hell...