"Mr. Weaver," Katie whispered the old man's name seeing him step into the room carrying a lantern in his hand.
"How are you doing, Katie?" he asked keeping the lantern on the table, "I was worried that I hit your head too hard."
"Why am I here?"she asked scared seeing him rummage through the drawers, her hands and legs were tied with rope.
"You belong to the royal blood," he murmured, "You'll be good."
"Please untie me. You are mistaken, I do not belong to the royal blood," she pleaded but got no response from him. Her hands and feet were tied with rope to keep her in place so that she wouldn't escape, "If it's money that you want, I can get them to you but please let me go."
"Money is not what I need," he turned behind to look at her.
"What is it then?" she demanded to receive no response to her question instead the man left the room like she hadn't uttered a word.
