Back in the capital. Emmelyn felt all her body ache and her head was so heavy. Every day was a fight to stay sane. It was like being in solitary confinement.
She hated not being able to talk to people. She didn't have any access for visitors, and the maids didn't dare to talk to her when they came to serve her food or helped her wash.
And no, they didn't wash her or prepared water in her bathtub. They only provided a small bucket with water and a towel which she used to clean herself.
They cleaned her chamber pot once a day and everything was kept at a bare minimum. Just enough to keep her alive, but nothing too comfortable even though she was pregnant.
The only thing they kept giving her properly was the food.
It seemed, whoever it was that arranged her situation wanted to make sure that her baby didn't lack food, but the mother shouldn't be let to have an easy and comfortable life in her make-shift prison.
