111 Rest In Peace, Baby

Azariah’s POV

"Let me out..."

I've been shouting all day and my voice is hoarse, but no one gives me any response.

This was supposed to be a special room in the deepest part of the prison. I couldn't see the guards or the other prisoners, only a cage with an iron fence. I'm locked in here. The room was damp and dark, with only high black walls except for some tables and torture equipment.

I hate the feeling here, and it makes me feel like a mouse.

I knew there must be a guard outside the door, because someone would come in and bring me some water and food.

"Send Nuri and Sibyl to me!" I shouted to the food-delivery guard.

He was like a statue. He didn't even look at me.

"I don't eat these things! I'm the daughter of the Windsor family. Is this how you treat me?" I looked at the vegetables and bread in my bowl and threw them out angrily.

Boom!

The bowl smashed against the fence and fell to the ground in pieces.

"I said, I want to see Nuri and Sibyl, didn't you hear? What's your name? W