Svala didn’t struggle when she was dragged back. She coughed and dropped her sword; her hands going to her throat where her collar was slightly chocking her. Eyes like daggers she glared up at the matron, defiance clearly showing. Her mother was dead, she knew that and this was the woman who killed her. If she could move, if she could do anything she would be but the knife and the tight grip prevented any of it.<br/><br/>Death was staring her in the face, she knew that if she didn’t obey. Most of her felt like doing nothing but she knew she couldn’t get her revenge if she was dead. “Svala.” She said through clenched teeth. The anger was in her words but she carefully calmed herself down enough to say, “I’m the daughter of the matron of this village.” She wasn’t giving up, she was strategizing.