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. "It's morning. I need to see Logan." Maurelle whispered through the window. The woman went out of that room and sneakily went down the stairs but before that, she passed through the room where Logan brought her in yesterday to talk. She slowly opens the door and no one was there. So then the lady decided to go forth down. As she arrived down, surprisingly, there were no people around. Booze and stares were to expect, but that wil