Misha
What the hell is this dude talking about? He comes here and assumes I'm being held here against my will. He's not wrong, but why did he come to such a conclusion? Also, why does he want to help me?
"Come in," I say as I open the door for Prince Yule.
Prince Yule glances up and down the hall before swiftly entering my room.
"I'm sorry if I startled you. I was worried you wouldn't listen if I weren't abrupt." Prince Yule explains.
Prince Yule paces back and forth, emitting his anxiety into the room. I watch him for a moment before speaking. He doesn't seem to be lying. What has made him so anxious? We only met yesterday, but he seems to care about my well-being. I'll hear him out for now. I checked to make sure there weren't any listening devices in this room, so we should be fine talking here.
"Why do you think I want to escape?" I ask.
