The day she was born, she was raised in a way a queen had to reign.
But in reality, she knew she was no queen.
She was just a prisoner.
A slave…
A pawn, in a bigger plan of the mastermind of this game.
She looked down at her dirty nails. They were always clean and polished. She had a special servant for her skin care. But now, she was dirty and wanted nothing than a shower.
It is been almost three days, she was caged in that cell. At least she thought it was three days as there was no light in her cell except the tiny little rays from the small vantilator up there.After hearing footsteps outside of her cell, she folded her arms around her torso and went to the dark corner of her cell.
If she was right, it was going to be a guard who is going to feed her.
Although he was the
