Camilla
I take my time reading the documents, and then putting my signature on them. I think that I'm really pushing on William's patience, but as long as I stamp my signature every few minutes, he seems content. I'm pretty sure this won't hold in court, especially if I can present the recording, but still, it's a little overwhelming, and I have to admit that I'm getting a little afraid.
Part of me knows that something bad is going to happen once all the files are signed, and another is optimistic that he will let me go.
"Are you done?" he asks.
"Almost," I respond, trying to act as if nothing is wrong, even if I'm afraid of what's going to happen next.
"Sir, you have another visitor," one of the guards reports.
I can see them whispering, and I see that whoever it is, William wasn'
