She was dragged through the court like a common peasant. She was anything but. Yet she didn't utter a word. He sat on his throne reeking of power and control. His eyes fixated on her. "She was found in the woods my lord." The guard said trying to get her to her knees or bow. She jerked him away. She wouldn't bow even in face of death. A flicker of amusement passed through the high lord's eyes before he rose up. Mighty and powerful.

"How did you survive the cold little bird?" He asked.