Camilla's POV
When I woke up, my cheek was pressed against the cold stone. My body felt used and very weak. My throat was sore, my mouth was dry and my eyes were very heavy. Even my muscles felt right like I'd been tied down or something.
I blinked several times trying to figure out where I was but nothing looked familiar.
There was a table, a bowl of untouched fruits and a mirror. That's all there was in the room.
Despite my joints protesting, I sat up slowly. Every part of my body, everything in me felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. I looked around, heart pounding in my chest.
The walls were made of stone. Not the conventional rough stones used in a dungeon. This was smooth like they had been deliberately carved with precision.
I couldn't remember how I got here. Ho
