CHAPTER EIGHT
Princess Candera was fed up with staring at her cell walls. Wherever she was being held she felt extremely lonely. She had heard nothing for days apart from the sound of the occasional tray of grim food being pushed through a slot in the heavy iron door.
Very unusually, she heard a commotion outside and the cell next door being opened. She realised someone was being thrown into the cell, which had been empty.
After hearing the door slam she heard a whisper.
“Hello, is anyone there?”
“Yes,” said Princess Candera, welcoming the chance to talk to someone.
“Hello, I am Lorimor. Who are you?”
“I am Candera, formerly princess of this land, though the King has been overthrown!”
“Really? I’m not up on current events; I’ve been held prisoner here for a very long time. The
