Amelia can’t breathe. She feels faint. Just like that, all her prospects gone. She doesn’t get a choice…
“Whit?” she gasps out. “Ah cannae be promised to another!”
Mother has gone pale. “Whit did ye do?” she whispers hoarsely.
“She is promised!” Father shouts. “Pure. A virgin. Did ye let him touch ye, ye wench?!”
“No!” Amelia shouts back tearfully. “Why are ye saying this? Who did ye promise me to?”
“He’s on his way here right now!” Father snaps.
“Ye sold her?!” Mother cries. “Ye sold our daughter? How could ye do this to us?”