Birdie's POV:
The most boring week of my life followed.
Doctor Clara kept telling me to utilize the break, that I needed my rest. But sitting still wasn't something I liked to do. When I sit still, my thoughts wander. And I begin to think of a lot of things I shouldn't think of.
Each day was the same. I'd wake up, and someone would bring food to me at intervals. Sometimes I'd be allowed to go out and take a walk, meet with Lydia and stuff, but it was never anything serious.
For a week.
I'm sure that if I stay in this room much longer, I'll lose my mind.
And today, I've simply had enough of waiting around aimlessly.
"I need to see the king." I said to Doctor Clara when she came to check up on me.
"No." She replied.
"I mean it. I need to see him."
"You can't."
"I can't or you wo
