A year ago I was taken from everything I knew.
A year ago I was wrenched from family, friends and home.
A year ago I was ripped away from love.
A year ago I was made a concubine to the most feared man in Alagaesia.

His name is Galbatorix.

For a whole year I have suffered being raped, shown off, stripped of all modesty and privacy. For a whole year I have endured the touch of a tyrant. For a whole year I have been imprisoned in his fortress in return for the safety of my life and those lives dear to me.

Night after night, time after time, I go to him, each step a new form of agony. Night after night, time after time, I pleasure him with my hands, my mouth, my body.

And when I leave, when I return to the sumptuous bedchamber that means nothing to me, then I can let the tears fall.


I wrote this because of something mentioned in Inheritance. It's very short, and isn't of much importance, but I felt compelled to write it.