Roseanna
I was talking to the priest, demanding information, about to kill him and see what was going on upstairs when I felt a shock run through my body. I felt my head knock against the stone altar. And then I couldn't see, for a while. I felt myself being picked up. The arms were not gentle. They were rough, and hurting, but nothing compared to the pain in the back of my head. I wished my mind would tell my lips to form words.
Put me down! I would have said. There was liquid flowing through my hair. Blood, it must have be. How could they do this to the Princess, didn't they know they would be seriously punished when I woke up? Then the world went black.
I woke up on a little straw matress. Upon opening my eyes, I discovered I could see again. The moon through the window. It must have been the next day, for it was nearly dusk when I had left the camp, and the moon would be shining low in the sky if it was the same day.
Where was I?
I look around. I am in a small room. The door opens, and a man in a black coat steps into the room. He has brown hair to his shoulder and very pale skin.
I muster up the strongest voice I can, "Who are you? You better let me go right now or, OW!" I exclaim when I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head. The man laughs. I make up my mind to have him exectuted. And I would do it myself.
