"If you've ever had your heart broken, it's like, once is enough - you can live a lifetime on that."

Chapter Eleven:

When I woke up, I wasn't in my bed in the nether.

I wasn't really sure where I was, and it scared me.

I laid in a white tiled room, with the steady drip of something in my ear.

After a while of staring up at the ceiling, I sat up to get a better look at my surroundings.

A woman in a nurse's uniform came in, saw me, and turned around.

I called out to her, but she didn't answer, leaving me in the rather large room alone again.

I decided to follow her, trying to get up.

As soon as I tried, however, my stomach exploded with pain.

I gasped and looked down at my stomach.

And everything came back in an instant.

He was dead.

Dianite was dead.

And he left me here.

He died, and now I have his wounds to bear.

Why didn't I die from his wounds as well?

While deep in my own pity, a man walked in.

"Hello miss," He said, waving a hand in front of my face.

I shook my head and glared up at him, "What?"

He stared at me, "Kat, I don't think you should talk to your rescuer like that, you were almost dead when I brought you inside my home."

"Andor," I said instantly, remembering the guards called him that.

He smiled warmly, "You remembered, that's great. We thought you might have had memory loss from your concussion, but it seems we were wrong. Do you remember what happened the night you came up to the castle?"

I paused, biting my lip.

This was a different world, could I tell him about my time with Dianite?

"I don't really, I just remember coming up to the castle and calling for help," I lied.

Andor looked troubled, "Damn, I was hoping we could find out who nearly murdered you, I'm sorry, Kat."

"No, no, it's not your fault, I must've been in the wrong place at the wrong time," I said quickly, giving him a lopsided smile.

"You were out for four days, you know," Andor said, sitting down at the end of my bed.

"Four days?!" I choked out.

"You were mortally wounded, the nurses thought you wouldn't survive the first night," He admitted.

Before I could respond, a man with a gold crown a top his head walked in.

"Andor, son, what are you doing in here? I thought I asked you to stay in your room," The man growled.

Andor's eyes widened and he shrunk back.

I narrowed my eyes and glared at the new man.

"Yes, father, I know, I was just visiting Kat because the nurse said she was awake," He said quickly, standing up and turning to his father.

Andor wouldn't look him in the eyes though.

I realized he was scared of his dad.

"I don't want you to scare off this young lady-"

"Um, sir, if you don't mind me saying, he is not a bother what so ever, I enjoyed his company," I said carefully.

His father looked between Andor and I, and a spark lit up his eyes for a millisecond, before being doused.

"Well, I want him back in his room, now. I won't punish you this time, but next time you leave your room, I will."

Andor scurried off, his longish brown hair bouncing on his way out.

"So, Kat, isn't it? I'm King Helgrind, that's how you'll address me from now on," He said calmly, going up to a mirror to straighten his armor up.

"Why should I do that?"

He smiled a cruel and evil smile that reminded me of Furia.

"Well, you staying in my castle and being healed by my nurses are not cheap, young one. And I doubt you have any money to pay for it, so I will make you a deal."

"I'm listening."

"Become one of our servants in the castle, and I won't have you publically executed for your crimes," King Helgrind said, turning and grinning at me.

"What if I say no, you can't possibly execute me for money," I hissed.

Helgrind's eyes lit up, and his nostrils flared, "You may be new in my town, but you are just filthy trash now."

He walked up to me, and I shrunk back from him like Andor did.

He reached out, grabbing my arm; he yanked me out of the bed.

I cried out in pain at the sudden, jerky movement, and glared up at him.

He turned my arm over, revealing the brand Dianite put on my wrist.

The wound had healed, but the mark of two snakes wrapped around a staff was staring at both Helgrind and I.

"Dianite worshipping is against the law, child. You better be really happy Andor found you, and not one of my guards. We'd have killed you on sight. You are trash, and there for, if you do not want to be executed, you will become a servant of my family."

I started trembling, and I nodded slowly.

"Good, you'll start tomorrow. We have a house set up for you; Farmer Steve will show you there. Welcome to the staff, Katherine."

Before he left, Helgrind took a strand of my hair and smelled it, smiling at me with the cruelest grin.

He pushed me onto the bed and left.