Book 3 : Chapter 12

"Urghh."

I opened my eyes to see the straw of the cell and groaned at how much everything ached from sleeping on such a hard floor. The ball had gone on until way beyond midnight and I had spent the majority of those hours dancing with the King. Obviously, it was he that had insisted on it and I that had been forced to begrudgingly go along with it.

"What time is it?" I asked the guard.

"7:30 am," he replied shortly.

"Is there any chance I'll be getting out of here soon or should I just kill myself now before either boredom, discomfort or the cold does?" I remarked causing him to smirk.

"Kill yourself and save the King the bother," he replied.

I rolled my eyes and wished for someone less intolerable to talk to.

It wasn't for another two hours that my wish was granted with the arrival of my dad.

"Sleep well?" He asked with a mocking undertone.

"Fucking brilliantly," I remarked.

"I'll try to talk to the King again. Negotiate some way. You won't be in here forever."