Three meals a day during times of war didn't sound bad, even if it meant being locked inside their rooms. Both the Princess and Killian hadn't heard from the outside world. A knock would indicate that they had been served with food. They would receive food from these random servants, return the used plates, and call it a day.
It had been slightly over a day since the two had been grounded in their rooms. Staring out the window of her room, the Princess kept repeating Heinrich's last words said to her in her head.
A gentle, well-mannered, and respected man told her that he was the villain of her life. She wondered what she had ever done wrong to him for him to act this way toward just her and her pitiful bodyguard.
Surely she had accused him of stealing a quill, followed him from the future to the past, and caused trouble in the Holy Roman Empire, but was it enough for him to throw away all mercy he had?
