~ Bolingtone
Days passed since Luna and Helena joined the witch in royal cells. The prince's wife itched her head then looked at her nails, dirt had soiled under her nails. Not many days had passed and her feature now was pure mess desperate, and dirty.
"My lady, just accept what the king wished and end this suffering, I'll be alright. I am going to accept the crime and you will be free."
"No, Helena! Elenore said that they will kill you. You can't stand a chance."
Helena swallowed hard, but she was dry of any wet to soothe her. She had nothing to say when Luna directed to that but her lady was sacrificing herself for her.
"Do you think that prince Wilmore had received your letter?"
