The clanking sounds of the metal echoed in the dark. The sharp sound woke Abrielle from a long slumber. She has cried herself to sleep. She was truly pathetic now and she has no one to blame.
Abrielle slowly opened her eyes, her stomach twisting in pain. She glanced at the dim lights of the lantern. They were back. "Seems like someone had a long night." The dancer sneered and then tossed her a piece of clothing that hung on Abrielle's head
It was barely a dress made from rough fibre the princess was sure would leave bruises on her skin. "Change up immediately, bloody hell, here stinks. Don't tell me you puked the floor." The dancer gritted her teeth, her face twisting in disgust.
Abrielle leaned forward to pick the dress, it was getting suffocating to stay in this dress she was wearing in the first place. She was sure the corsets had left some damage already it's been two days.
