Isabella's Point Of View
I was awakened the next morning by the warm rays of the morning sunlight, seeping in through the slit from the window curtains.
My eyes fluttered open as I drew a long sigh. This was another day being a prisoner.
Although I knew I was only but a prisoner here, I couldn't deny how comfortable it was spending the night here. The bed was so soft and comfortable, it was definitely of high premium quality and definitely better than the previous ones I had been used to, I felt like laying in it forever.
I heard footsteps approaching my room. Someone was coming.
There was a gentle knock on the door before it opened causing me to jerk up the bed instantly in the direction. My eyes stared at who it was. It was a girl, about my age or maybe younger. She had jet black hair and bangs that contrasted brilliantly with her grayish eyes. She was putting on a blue floral dress and she had a tight lip smile on her face as she watched me.
