59 Part Thirty-two

Lena.

I couldn't bear the thought that I'm basically a prisoner in the village I once loved, it's been a little over a week, now no one comes closer than to give me food that is only once a day consisting only of water and bread, it is clear that they do not want me here and do not know what to do with me.

- Lena! -. I get up with difficulty, my son growing in me makes it difficult for me to do what was simple before.

-Yes, his Highness-. I bow down.

-The garments of the workers, now-. I rush to fold some of my finished clothes to give to Hobro.

-Here they are, Your Highness-. I bow again showing the clothes.