Briar-
These men are horrible. They talk over me like I’m not the reason they are here. They also take turns lustfully looking at me. I move the food around my plate with no intention of eating. I don’t trust the king as far as I can throw him. I’ve eaten the bread. I have asked for water after knocking over my wine glass. In case they drugged it. I don’t pick up on any poison, but I am pretty sure he is using something to control me from using my powers. This room isn’t made like the cell. Yet he still sits like he has secrets.
More secrets than the fact that he killed my parents. That one makes my soul ache. To think that his greed is the reason I dealt with all those horrible people in foster homes. He is the reason I never knew my past.
“Briar! Are you listening? The Count asked yo
