It had been a week since Empress got exiled from the palace. She spent the whole week in this small room, in this cold bed with her feet chained. She couldn't move too far and could only reach the bathroom and around her room.
Empress just finished finished writing a letter and put it in a box, then put the box inside her drawer. She sat on her bed and absentmindedly gazed at the window without rails in his room. This was the fourth floor of high tower. The tower had six floors, but for an exile like her, she was placed on the fourth in case someone wanted to visit her.
Empress chuckled, who would want to visit her anyway. She was abandoned, stripped of her dignity, and betrayed by her own family. Who would want to visit a practically dead person like her?
Of course, she still waited for her real subordinate to come to settle things.
She watched the birds flew with their beautiful wings. All she could do was just watched them and wished she could be free.
