Tessa laid down on the bare floor, in her cell, cold, hungry, dejected and alone. Her once silky hair tangled, and disheveled like that of a mad woman, her swollen eyes, and her face had layers of dirt and mud, she thought would never come out, her cloth, torn in shreds and looked like something not even meant to be used by maids for cleaning. She has been here for a day now. Pitch black, quiet…she craves for company, or even a little light. She craves to go out, anywhere that is not here. But where?
This was the dungeons of the king’s castle in his kingdom, a kingdom she knew, everyone especially the king wanted her dead for what her step sister Faye did,they wanted her head on a stake, placed at the gates for them to rejoice. And the King almost had her at the throne room yesterday and
