At first it felt strange having the bandages around her neck, it felt constricting, but the cold soothing sensation was already helping. A part of her wanted to just sleep whatever nightmare she was experiencing off, perhaps this was all some majorly detailed dream and she would wake back up in her hovel of a home with her alcoholic father passed out on the coach expecting her to find food and money for the day. Though she flinched at the thought of her father, he was now dead. There hadn’t been time to grieve for him, not with the interrogations and in all honesty, she wished she could black out the photos Matthew had showed her of his dead body. It had been ingrained into her mind, reminding her that these people were technically her enemy. They would never accept someone like her, not when she would easily judged by her past actions and heritage.
It felt awkward at first to her, the silence between them just as he sat in the chair waiting, he had to be here for a reason. Most probably to make sure she didn’t run, not that she even had the energy to be making anymore escapes. Though what about night-time? Would someone still be watching then? Surely these guards took breaks and would leave a window for her to escape? Though as much as she thought on ways to escape, they were all impossible, there was no way she was getting out of here without being spotted.
Glancing back over at Jacob in the chair she opened her mouth to speak but closed it fairly quickly, hesitating to ask him the burning question she had. Focusing her eyes on her hands she began to fiddle with the fabric on the bedding as if it would give her something to do, it reminded her of when she had first been here. How bored she had been but excited every time Caspain had come to visit her. The idea of him walking through the door was a longshot, a dream that would never become reality because she knew he had so many other things to be sorting out. For one talking with his father, cringing wondering how that had gone because she had caught a few snippets of how he was feeling when it came to him. It would surely be known by now that the heir of Aspiria was alive and well so his friends would want to know how he was, those same friends he had mentioned before. That was of course if he had survived, if she had got him back on time and she knew even though no one had told her about it she felt like he was fine.
The question still burned away and mustering up the courage a whisper left her lips loud enough for Jacob to hear, “How is he?” There was no need to say Caspains name, this guard wasn’t stupid, and he would know who she was referring too especially as he had been there at the tower. It was lucky in a way, what would have happened had he not been at the tower? Would the other guards have shot them? Would they have recognised the Prince? All thoughts aside there had been someone who had recognised him, but she needed to know he was okay have it confirmed. That’s if… he will even tell me. Thinking to herself as the thought of the guard just staying silent worried her, she knew it would be asking too much to send the Prince a message but knowing he was okay would be enough for her.
Ever since returning to the Capital the guilt had become progressively worse as the weight of what her choice, she had made began to crush her. It was similar to when she was at Maisies, how she couldn’t forgive herself, she personally couldn’t let it go. The fact she had been a part of the plan to kidnap him in the first place. I’ll pay for it though, I guess that’s something. Though I will never forgive myself for it.
It felt awkward at first to her, the silence between them just as he sat in the chair waiting, he had to be here for a reason. Most probably to make sure she didn’t run, not that she even had the energy to be making anymore escapes. Though what about night-time? Would someone still be watching then? Surely these guards took breaks and would leave a window for her to escape? Though as much as she thought on ways to escape, they were all impossible, there was no way she was getting out of here without being spotted.
Glancing back over at Jacob in the chair she opened her mouth to speak but closed it fairly quickly, hesitating to ask him the burning question she had. Focusing her eyes on her hands she began to fiddle with the fabric on the bedding as if it would give her something to do, it reminded her of when she had first been here. How bored she had been but excited every time Caspain had come to visit her. The idea of him walking through the door was a longshot, a dream that would never become reality because she knew he had so many other things to be sorting out. For one talking with his father, cringing wondering how that had gone because she had caught a few snippets of how he was feeling when it came to him. It would surely be known by now that the heir of Aspiria was alive and well so his friends would want to know how he was, those same friends he had mentioned before. That was of course if he had survived, if she had got him back on time and she knew even though no one had told her about it she felt like he was fine.
The question still burned away and mustering up the courage a whisper left her lips loud enough for Jacob to hear, “How is he?” There was no need to say Caspains name, this guard wasn’t stupid, and he would know who she was referring too especially as he had been there at the tower. It was lucky in a way, what would have happened had he not been at the tower? Would the other guards have shot them? Would they have recognised the Prince? All thoughts aside there had been someone who had recognised him, but she needed to know he was okay have it confirmed. That’s if… he will even tell me. Thinking to herself as the thought of the guard just staying silent worried her, she knew it would be asking too much to send the Prince a message but knowing he was okay would be enough for her.
Ever since returning to the Capital the guilt had become progressively worse as the weight of what her choice, she had made began to crush her. It was similar to when she was at Maisies, how she couldn’t forgive herself, she personally couldn’t let it go. The fact she had been a part of the plan to kidnap him in the first place. I’ll pay for it though, I guess that’s something. Though I will never forgive myself for it.