“Haah… I’m hungry.”
Maleficent stared at the stale food served to her for what felt like the thousandth time in an equally stale room. She didn’t know how long she had been sighing, but it was the only thing left to do in this prison cell—which, depending on the day, felt more like a mental institution. Sighing for the nth time, she imagined the stagnant air in the room now carried the scent of her exhausted breath after who-knows-how-many sighs.
“If you are, then you should eat that, young lady.”
The chirpy voice of that stubborn man snapped Maleficent out of her bored train of thought. It was so dull in here, she sometimes wondered if a Halfling could die purely from boredom.
Sprawled like a dead cockroach on the spotless white-tiled floor, limbs spread out and her long black hair sc
