Chapter 22 Her Escape

• The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky. Golden fingers of sunlight lit up the scene. The palace to the village was touched by the yellow-orange tinge rays. And as the morning set forth, Maurelle, who was worriedly sitting on the bed was wide awake and had not laid to slumber.
• Her sister's words struck like thunder from the heavens. Whether to follow her fears or follow the freedom. The woman had finally fled away from thinking too much.
• She held her head and massaged it upwards. She took a deep breath and stood up to open the window.