Chapter 35

The cell was cold and damp. Alexandra sneezed at the mold in the straw pallet. The only light was weak sunlight from a small barred window high in one wall. The cell door was just bars separating her from more cold and damp. She couldn't see the stairs from the corridor outside her cell. She knew there were stairs down to this place because she could hear boots on the steps when he brought her food and water. The keys to her cell hung on a hook on the wall across from her cell. A sneer at her helplessness she was sure.

She remembered nothing between being attacked at the pond and waking in the cell. She had no idea how long she had been in the cell, but she begrudged every minute. First she had lost Herbert, and now Jordon. Alexandra was sure that the loss of both princes was her fault. Somehow she could have been more understanding, or more like a princess. Somehow she should have been able to make it work, yet here she was without either prince.