Amelia
It is its own sort of torture, sitting in a cell I chose to walk into, wondering when my fate might change. If it will change. Or if I just sealed my own fate.
My own death.
In the moment, it meant everything that Prince Owen gave me the option to flee or stay. It meant everything that he listened enough to understand how important it is to me to choose my fate.
But after being sentenced to death, after Prince Owen presented my two options, I also understand that my choices are extremely limited. That as pissed as I’ve been for being kept here, it’s the best option I have right now.
After an entire day and two whole nights sitting in my cell with no news from the prince, my understanding has begun to wane.
Maybe I should have taken the chance to run when I had it. Maybe t
