The depths of the dungeons made her lips curl up in a slightly bitter smile. It felt nostalgic. Lumielle remembered the inside of one of these cells. She had memorized every crack in the wall. The harsh cold of the stones that seemed to hold her soul hostage. Everything about it made her lips curve up into a slight laugh.
"So," Lumielle said peering at the maid who was on the ground. Covered in abrasions, her body was soaked with water. She was like a trembling mouse. Then again, she was vermin. "You said that I was hostile?" She asked.
Indeed, this young girl had called her hostile and now, she was witnessing the ramifications of such words. Perhaps, it would be best to show her hostility.
"I-I apologize to the Princess," she begged, her words were a frantic plea as she got on her hands and knees. Her dark brown locks slipping past her shoulders. Wide eyes becoming desperate.
