It has been the most ten long, agonizing days of my life since Hunter left, and I'm starting to feel like I'm going stir-crazy. The castle walls are closing in on me, and I'm desperate for some fresh air and freedom, just like every prisoner would. I've spent most of my time cooped up in my room, reading books and chatting with almost every maid to pass the time. But today, I decided I'd had enough. I needed to get out and explore the territory.
I finally got out of bed and headed straight to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat before going out.
"I want freshly made apple juice."
"Yes, ma'am," the head maid replied, bowing her head.
Miranda reminded me of a childhood friend, although they were nothing alike. Candice was much younger, for one, tall, voluptuous, and blond. But
