ISSABELLE'S POV
The main door to the cells squeaks as it opens and my eyes shoot open.
No one has been bringing us food or anything down here, so why would someone be opening the door this early? Has the queen finally seen it fit to order our execution?
I get on my feet and I look over at Mandy, who is still peacefully lying on the only mat on the cold, damp floor. She seems oblivious to the commotion. I take a deep breath before walking toward the cell bars.
"Should I come in with you, my lady?" I hear a guard ask.
It must be the queen again, I think to myself preparing for another round of her cruel words and threats.
"No need, I can take care of myself," Princess Charlotte's voice replies and my heart skips a beat.
What is that evil witch doing down here?
Footsteps echo close
