After a month or more, finally, she heard some glorious steps on the firm floor of a dungeon, the door opened with a loud crack Princes stood up on her feet leaned against the col brick behind her back.
"Who are you?"
She whispered doubting if she should speak or it's just another prisoner.
The intruder got closer in the dark; there was no light to see although she heard something like a match rubbing against some firm box started to shine.
The light hurt her eyes for a few minutes, but immediately her eyes went to the person who was in her cell.
"Better than your room under the map?"
Delora asked sarcastically rose an eyebrow to mock her more.
Princess clenched her fists stepped closer to her although chains around her legs didn't let her move without pain,
"you are a pig."
