Doran's actions left her scarred and traumatised. For days Skyla refused to leave the room. That blue satin divan was fast becoming her whole world. She would just sit there and stare outside the window.
Madame Maven and Amilisia tried to get through to her but failed.
"My child, you need to eat something. I can't see you like this," Madame Maven lamented, trying to offer her some rice.
"I am not hungry," she insisted and turned her head away. Attempting to hide the anguish her face held.
Madame Maven's heart ached to see the beautiful girl wither like a flower under the scorching heat. Skyla hadn't faced the harsh realities of life before her marriage and with someone like Doran as her husband, she had it hard.
She patted Skyla's shoulder and wisely said.
"You know the night is always the darkest before the twilight. Have faith, my child, you are not alone."
