Whatever It Takes

~SIENNA POV ~

My legs feel like they might give out beneath me as I hurry out of the garden. The letter trembles in my hand, the words burning through the paper into my skin. What are you willing to do for freedom?

It echoes in my head again and again like a chant.

The sunlight feels too bright. The air feels too thick.

Every maid I pass seems to be watching me. Every guard's eyes feel too sharp,