THIRD PERSON POINT
The air was stale, and the whole place reeked. Heather grumped for the hundredth time.
She couldn’t believe the deepest part of the castle’s dungeon was where her father’s ‘plans’ landed them. The smelliest place she had ever been to in her life.
Her hair stink and was a total mess, she couldn’t just imagine how horrendous her face would look because she haven’t even had the opportunity to look into a mirror for the two days she and her father was thrown in here.
She lived in a world where even her nails was cleaned by someone else. She had never had to struggle or breathe in bad air before.
Worse of all, Heather couldn’t understand why she was being punished alongside her father when all she did was for love, while her father did all his evil for his pure hatre
