A Fate Set In Stone!

Tilda ringed her fingers, imagining that she was strangling both Alexander and her grandfather to death. 

She hated killing, but at times she did have evil thoughts such as these.

Paula sighed, bowing her head deeply. "Sirs, I will serve Princess Tilda well!"

"Good... Now hop to it and get the princess's food. If you are late by even a breath, 20 planks for you!"

"Yes!" Paula replied, dragging her limping body around obediently. As for whether she would be able to find her way around, how was it their business?

If someone gave her wrong directions, or if she managed to reduce late, then she would still have to take the punishments long-planned for her. 

The guards all laughed at her misfortune, with some secretly planning to rape her during her time here. 

Word on the street from their superiors was that the woman would die anyway. So why not enjoy a little bit of her sweet body before then?