Ryelle left Dromyr at the gates and headed into the abyss she knew as home. She was greeted by the head thief Tytion. "The master want's to see what you've burgled before you have a chance to take his share." Tytion was a brainless thug of Yyrtof's and was as dumb as he was ugly.
"Fine, I'll come along. But don't even think of touching me!" Ryelle glowered at the thug, wishing for the chance to slit his throat. She knew the penalty would be a whipping, and she'd had too many of those already. She'd gotton one just a week ago for breaking the glass vase she was supposed to bring back to Yyrtof. She winced as she thought of it, and she knew the cuts were not fully healed.
She walked into the door of Yyrtof's office, and waited as Tytion closed the door and left. "It's just a bag of jewels," Ryelle said with great hatred. "There's nothing of interest."
"We shall see. Open the bag and dump out the contents! Now!" Ryelle did as she was ordered. "The other thieves tell me that you've been hanging aroung with that Dromyr boy. I think it's time you and my son get the marriage over with so nothing will happen between you and Dromyr. Tytion! Fetch my son and take Ryelle to her chambers to get ready for the marriage!"
"What? I will not marry him! Let go of me Tytion! Dromyr help! HELP!" Tytion grabbed her and began to drag he off. She looked for a place to grab hold of, and grabbed the window frame of the hall. She looked at the stairs and saw Dromyr running up them. Tytion pulled her away from the window and threw her into the wall behind her. She bashed her head against the wall and fell unconscience on the floor.
When she regained it, she was on a horse galloping full speed. She was afraid to look up or even to open her eyes, so she stayed silint and hoped for a miracle.