She stood with her back to the door and eyes locked on the vertical bars covering the cracked window pane. Locked away and unable to escape her overshadowing fate. The cold draft of the winters wind encased the small cell. Loud footsteps echoed down the long passageways, as prisoners were picked from their cells randomly. Hanging day upon them. Her cell door swung open as she held the shard of glass in her throat.
‘Best of luck explaining this to the King.’ She choked on scarlet blood.
She dropped to the ground, never taking another breath.
‘Best of luck explaining this to the King.’ She choked on scarlet blood.
She dropped to the ground, never taking another breath.
