Arabella counted seventeen women occupying that dormitory in total. All different in height, somewhat in size and descendance. The only thing in common between all of them being their undeniable beauty.
"Don't you dare raise your gaze at us, you stupid bitch!"
A blond, the one sitting upon the closest bed to her rose to her feet at once, stomped over there before smacking a hand flat across Arabella's face, sending her to the ground again.
"Asha…," a brunette, a few inches shorter than the so-called Asha spoke with a deeper, smoother timbre.
"What?" Asha spun on her heels to face her scolder, "You've heard mistress Zarah! This is the whore that shirked her duties and left us to pay the price," the blond grabbed Arabella by the hair and pulled her back up to a sitting position, "Look Margarette! This is what your beloved sister died for! This selfish whore!"
Died? Was she executed because of her escape?
