I watch the young boy as he cleans my room. He looks no older than ten. He is dressed in tattered servant's clothing, with his eyes downcast.
I take a hesitant sip of the stew and I bite on the bread. At least, for the past few days, no one has tried to poison me. I am also well enough to escape this place, if only I can.
I sigh and look outside the window, past its metal bars. The door also has metal bars on it which only opens when there are visitors. Not to mention that there are always guards outside, whether it's day or night.
Finally, after finishing my meal, I push away the empty tray. I turn to the young servant and ask, "What's your name?"
"Jasper," he answers quickly, before bowing his head again.
"And how old are you?" I continue.
He hesitates before answering in a small voice, "Ten years old, ma'am."
I sigh and lean against the chair. My wounds are slowly healing thanks to the healer that visits me every few days.
