The Princess sighed deeply as her stony eyes were set forward with the care of anything.
Her hands were tied behind her back and her legs were pressed to the wooden chair with tight ropes that tore at her delicate skin.
After she had willingly moved back to the room she had first escaped because she didn't want to get in trouble with Lady Precelle, the gaze on the maids' faces wasn't one that looked particularly happy.
They had dragged her back to the room and she was tied to the chair but this time, without much reluctance.
She had just decided to accept her fate. For now.
She didn't want to fall into any trouble because she knew Lady Precelle still needed her to get the throne so she knew that they couldn't kill her yet.
If she did something risky and Lady Precelle had had enough of her, she knew they wouldn't hesitate before they killed her as they did to her father and how they attacked her mother, so she had to remain calm.
