Princess Emeline“Would you like some bread, Amice?” I ask my friend, Amice the rat. Or maybe it’s his brother, Becket. I do not know. All I know is that I’ve been locked in this cell for what feels like years…and I don’t regret a thing.
I understand why men die down here because the darkness, the silence, it drives you mad. My only saving grace has been Amice, whom I’ve shared my stale bread with since my father locked me up and threw away the key.
As Amice sits on my shoulder, eating the bread I offer him, I wonder if my father intends for me to be locked down here forever. The prospect wouldn’t be so bad because then I wouldn’t be forced into marriage.
Looking down at the filthy rags I wear, I laugh maniacally because princess or not, I look and smell like a decaying corpse. I’m hardl
