KYLIE'S TEARS AND LYSANDER'S OATH
Without warning, Lysander reached for the lamp. The room plunged into darkness, and I felt the bed dip as he lay down beside me. I clung to the edge of the mattress, my body rigid with tension. The silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of our breathing.
As I lay there, my mind raced with thoughts of my new reality. This was to be my life now - married to a man I barely knew, a man whose very presence filled me with dread. How did it come to this? My father, the man who was supposed to protect me, had handed me over to Lysander like a bargaining chip. For what? Power? Money? The thought made me sick.
I thought of my childhood dreams, of finding love and building a life with someone who cherished me. Those dreams now seemed like crue
