Richard's POV:
I couldn't understand what happened with Amelia, but she snapped.
Her screams felt like a hot knife to my heart, and I didn't like that feeling. I had an idea of it, but I felt there was no way I was the one causing her that much pain.
Had something happened to her back home?
I picked up her limp form and laid her on the bed. I stared at her face, she was pale, her features drawn. The tears caused some of her hair to stick to her face, I brushed them away.
Was I too hard on her?
I sighed. Sometimes that did happen, and a slave or two broke. Did I break Amelia?
I wouldn't like for that to happen. She's still important to my plans.
I called the healer through my mind link. She promised to arrive in a few minutes. I stayed by Amelia's side, watching her closely. Her
