Tell Me The Truth.

Selara “Ouch!” I yelled out in pain, gradually opening my eyes, the reflection of the light shining directly to my eyes from the window. “Where am.. I?” my eyes fully wide awake, my head banging so hard while soft blankets covered the upper part of my body. “You are in your room, Selara.” An aged maid answered me calmly, cleaning up my wounds and dressing me in a fresh night gown with her fellow colleagues. My body ached everywhere severely, some parts I didn't even know could hurt were screaming in pain. "She's awake." Matt's face appeared above me. "My lady, can you hear me?" I tried to speak, but my throat was too dry, so I managed a small nod instead. "Water," Draven's voice commanded from somewhere close, and before I could try speaking one more time a cool liquid touched my lips. I gulped down the water greedily, coughing so hard when I tried to swallow too fast. "Easy, Selara. Easy." His hands were gentle, holding up the cup. When I could finally see clearly, I saw him sitting b