Alyssa blinked her eyes for the third time, trying to take in the light that came into the room from a single opening. 

She jerked up the moment she realized that it wasn’t her room. Her back was on a solid ground as against her soft and comfortable bed, and the sun rays that struck her face was nothing like her room.

She yelped in shock after looking around and discovering that she was in an underground cellar of some sort. Her wedding gown had been taken off and replaced by a robe that barely covered her skin.

Whimpering silently, she wrapped her arms around her chest, trying to recall...