My legs wobbled as I stood up from the bed but I forced myself to walk. I took small steps but Pierre placed himself in front of me.
“You want to go the hard way I see.”
Some maids came in with food and began to set the table,
“Take the food back. I think the princess here needs to do some more work to deserve some food. Take her back to the kitchen!” He ordered.
I didn’t protest. I would rather work than stay with him.
The maids helped me to the kitchen as I could barely walk steadily but as soon as we reached they gave me a slight push and I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Laughing the left me laying there. I was used to this by now. The maids always came up with ways to torture me.
“My Lady!” I heard Ylva gasp. She hurried to help me up but I pushed her away.
“Don’t! I do
