Fiona’s POV.
As usual when I wake up from whatever bout of unconsciousness I’ve fallen into, I’m in a room that’s not mine.
It’s not Amelia’s neat little room, I’m not in the closet space that was allotted to me when I came here and thankfully I’m not in the damn dungeon. So the question now is, where the hell am I? And how did I get here?
It takes a few more minutes to gain full control of my limbs and fully notice the pounding in my head. I feel a little weighed down and lightheaded, but that should be expected seeing as I did vomit everything I ate on the floor of that damned dungeon. I shut my eyes as an attempt to ease the pounding in my head but it doesn’t do much other than cause a stinging in my eyelids.
I shift a little and that’s when I realise there’s a heavy blanket draped
