Twenty-four hours had passed and I am starving right now. It is indeed difficult to be a prisoner. I wonder why the palace imprisoned them and torture them until they die. The royals are evil. Is the Queen behind this? I witnessed how wicked she was, perhaps she is.
I gently placed my hands on my stomach as I heard another groan coming from it.
“Ugh, I’m starving. This is torture,” I uttered.
If I am hungry, then I cannot focus my magic. What am I supposed to do?
I heard a loud thud in front of me. I looked at it and it was an expired and inedible dark bread.
“Eat that so you won’t starve yourself anymore,” Arthur spoke.
“Excuse me, sir. How am I supposed to eat this?”
“Is the bread not to your liking?”
I gulped and nodded.
“It’s inedible. I am certain if I eat this I wil
