"Who are they to decide our fate? There is hope." The princess said. Her weak words carried power, everyone was obliged to listen.
"I have been here for months. There is no hope. We barely leave the cells only when they want to inspect us." The older lady scoffed. She was in her late twenties.
"Have you ever tried to escape? Or do you have no reason to try?" Abrielle asked the lady slowly getting on her feet as she made her way to the bars. She could feel their gaze on her. She wasn't nervous about it, she needed them to watch her closely.
She knew no one was coming for her but she wouldn't sit around and wait for death to come for her. She would rather die trying than take it hands down.
"It is useless." The lady insisted, "There is no escape. We are all miles away from home, away from our family in the middle of nowhere." The lady barked out, her voice breaking. She was hurting but couldn't do anything about it.
