"My lady—" Eleanore stopped her by simply raising her palm in the air.
"Light the candle. Marina." She said, unwilling to listen to her excuses.
Marina's hands shivered as she repeated the process to light the candle. After a few more tries, the candle finally picked up the fire and started to fill the huge room with its little small light. She carefully picked it up and walked to her master, extending out the torch to hand it over to her.
"You shall remain locked up in your quarters for the next whole week, Marina. You will get food one time a day and you cannot talk or contact with anyone in that period. Do not show me your face for a week." She took away the torch from her hand. " You can do this right? Or do you want death instead?"
"My lady-"
"Marina! Will you do the first or the latter?"
