Her eyes opened and she looked at the emaciated body next to her and the stench of it made her stomach churn. As it was there was nothing left for her to do but wait to die. Instead of giving in she looked around and saw only a small window high up in the room. She had no idea that her attitude about such a trivial thing would have landed her down here. At least they had not locked her arms down. She got up and started to bang on the door. "Hello? Hello? I insist you let me out of here." She said through the small hole in the door.
The guard came back, he was a quiet and respectable man. She had met him on one or two occasions and he was married to a seamstress in the village. "Your name is Harold isn't it?" She said as kindly as she could. "Yes My Lady, it is." "Couldn't you please let me out of here? I need to make amends."
"Nay, I can not as it would mean my head." Her shoulders slumped as her hopes were dashed. "Well, could you at least take the expired remains out of my cell if I promise not to run? It is making me ill." He could see her color had changed to a very pale white and she looked like she might faint. He nodded and opened the door. He retrieved the body and walked passed her as she covered her face trying not to be sick. "Thank you Harold." Several moments later she heard the key turn in the lock and he was gone. She looked at her very bleak surroundings and curled up into a ball on the only semi clean spot in her cell after tearing part of the back of her underskirt to use as a cloth and wiping the bench down.