It was cold in the cage, despite the summer. At night, on the deck, the open sea air entered in gusts. She was awfully uncomfortable, she couldn't stand up, and the floor was hard. Regina moved to the most sheltered spot, crouching as much as she could. She was shocked. How did things escalate so badly? As was her habit, she tried to find the silver lining, but it was very difficult.
'What do I do, what do I do? They won't cut off my hand, at least not that… but they'll throw me in jail, I won't be able to defend myself… I don't even have the money for a lawyer! The money they paid me for this job goes straight into my dad's account, they might have already spent it all ... what if the Prince asks for it back? Oh Lord, what a disaster! Help me! What if they put me in the newspaper? What
