CHAPTER ELEVEN

The massive room was just as large as the throne room if not larger. The long rectangular table before her had a fine furry table mat on it. It's print that of a tiger. Selene gulped, thinking ho meant skins had been used to make such large cloth, maybe Sol had no more tigers now. Selene took another bite of the apple pie, it was bland, she knew not if her mother's superior recipe made the pie taste like lime water or her appetite was none existent. The events of the previous night she was certain would not wear off so easily. She had never been one to cry, she had countlessly challenged her father, when ever her dignity or the safety of dear Mia was in jeopardy she had spoken out, anything to defend herself and her sister. But the Lord made her weep like an infant, she cursed the very moon that shone the day she kissed the Lord on that balcony. That seemed to awake what wanton part of her was alive. Her treacherous body was an epitome of betrayal, despite her fears and anger, she had