Where is Cedric? He has been gone for too long. Maybe he—no, that’s not possible, Virginia speculated. Suddenly the door opened with a conspicuous screech. Virginia jumped out of the chair she had been lounging in and ran. She made it to the secret door, the only way out, just before she felt enormous, cold hands wrap around her, pulling her back. She screamed in alarm, but felt those same filthy fingers cover her mouth. Trying to wriggle out of his grasp, she silently prayed to whatever god was listening. Virginia felt a fire burning in her veins. It pulsed through her mind and soul. Some called it magic; to others, it was a gift; to Virginia, it was just who she was. She released it. Virginia knew she had been defeated when she felt her spell blocked. An eerie cackling filled the room. No! her thoughts cried, This can’t be happening! The guard, with a tight grip, swung Virginia around to face the room. Virginia wanted nothing more than to shut her eyes, for the sight she saw was nothing short of a horrible nightmare.
Guards huddled around her two sons, whose feet and hands were bound tightly with rope. And in the center of the room, with a hair-raising smile painted on her face, stood the duchess. Finding the guard’s hand no longer wrapped around her face, Virginia addressed the villainous monster in front of her.
“Aglica,” she hissed, “I never thought I’d see the day when you sunk low enough to employ men to do your dirty work.”
“Silence, you wench! You do not afflict me. While you’ve been off, hiding, sharing bed with a fool, another fool, actually, I’ve been doing something useful. And this time, I will not be defeated by the likes of you, or the likes of anyone else."
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