Skye sat at the dinner table with her siblings like any other day. It was a normal evening, Isaac was bragging about the hunt he had recently went on. Coraline was busy goading about a new dress she had the seamstress make. All was well in the castle. Except for the chef, who was sharpening his knives at the table. This was odd, as the cooks never cut the meat at the table, it was considered a threat to approach royalty with any weapon unless an official guard. But Skye brushed away her unease. This man had been the family chef for decades. The sharpening went on for a while until Skye realized everyone was staring at her, silent. She began to feel more and more uncomfortable. She looked at around at her family, then at the chef. He slowly grinned at her and then suddenly lunged. She woke immediately in her bed. Wait....her bed? The sheets felt wrong, and it smelled of old mead. Then she heard it. The same sharpening sound from her dream.<br/><br/>A woman began talking and she immediately sat up to face the stranger. Skye's first impression of her was that she was intimidating. It wasn't just because she sat there sharpening a sword while Slye slept, the that did make Skye wary of the woman's sanity. No, her features were strong. She held herself in a way that made everyone else aware that she was in charge. The woman spoke with the power of a leader. But it wasnt power like her father and sister. It was different. Skye couldn't quite place it.<br/><br/>The woman began walking slowly towards the bed. Skye began scooting back until her back it the wall. She pressed herself against it as much as she could, as if the wall could somehow just suck her in and protect her. Her heart was beating so loud, she was sure the woman heard it. Skye had never once been in an altercation of any sort. She had no idea what to do.<br/><br/>The woman listed off three options, and Skye desperately wanted to lie. She wanted to say she just came across it by accident. She was even willing to just give it to her. But she couldn't form words. At all. It solidified the truth  to the stranger of course. She was the most damning of them all. She watched as the sword was turned towards her. Her breath hitched and she about passed out.  "P-p-please. I'm...I'm not...like....th-th-them." She was finally able to force something out, though it probanly wasn't the best thing to say. There was no way the stranger would believe that. Skye had had n say in the way the kingdom was run. She was to sit at the side and look pretty while others did the work. And in a way, sitting silent was almost as cruel as killing the people herself. But, that was not her heart. That's not what she wanted. The cruelty that ran.through her families veigns was not in Skhes. But no would possibly believe that. "I beg you....do-dont kill m-m-me. Please. I'll do anything." She oleaded, fear in her eyes and voice. Begging was all that she could think to do at this point.