The morning sun started to beat down on the earth and Dakota made her way over to the dining hall where the woman will be fed. Dakota ignored the stares, knowing they must have so many questions for her, just like when she was in the garden. Her, wearing her WICS’s clothes made her stand out, but she knew that was not the only reason why some of the women were looking at her. Dakota knew by now the entire world knew who she was, or who Mr. Theo claimed she was.
“It is shameful that a princess is being kept captive as a WICS,” a woman said, and placed her food tray, which had a food tablet, an apple, and a glass of water on it, onto the table before sitting down.
“You can turn that into a meal over there,” Dakota pointed out to a window in the wall.
“Why bother?” the woman said before mo
