"You're dismissed," Tyrson said.

She whimpered and limped back to her room

Tyrson brooded for the rest of the night. He became irritated with one of the servants and had him flogged within an inch of his life, then taken down into the dungeon.

She curled up in her chains, tired. She soon fell asleep, wondering why the master was cruel.

Tyrson remembered back when he was a boy, and his mother and father had been together for the last time. He remembered the screams, the scorching flame...They'd killed each other. He remembered it clearly. They killed each other because of him. How could he live like that?