Chapter 3

Being locked up in a room for more than a few months can really make you wish that you were dead. Especially when you have no one visiting besides a few maids that brought you your food… Those God damn maids...

They would get excited about every little thing that “Prince” Henry, the son of a member of the Resistance, would do and it drove me nuts! This is usually how the conversations usually went:

“OMG! Did you hear? Prince Henry lost his toothbrush this morning!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. So offered him mine instead.”

“That’s nice.”

“But you wanna know the funny thing? I’M the one who stole it!”

I mean really, girl? Stealing his TOOTHBRUSH? That’s pretty disgusting. Please don't tell me that you use it every night...

The only maid that I’ve seen that never acted that way went by the Shay Turner. Shay didn’t give a crap about anything or anyone, nor did she try bringing up any small talk with me, either. Which is nice. She’d just come in, bring me my food, and then leave.

To be honest, you can tell what Shay is like just from her appearance. Her short dark hair usually in a loose messy bun, and her clothes were always too big. A large scar covers most of the left side of her face, and her sharp dark eyes makes it looks like she despises everyone. No one dared to messed with her, talk to her, or even look at her.

I guess that that was why I liked her so much. Even though she was a loner, she didn’t seem to care at all. She was someone that I always wanted to be.

Author's Note

-She didn't end up in her room, it was an isolated prison in the basement of the castle.
-And I'm not saying that there is actually a prince, I'm just mocking how girls nowadays are obsessed over guys and every little thing that they do