After the man was gone, I rose from my seat and moved toward the door. Just as I was about to step out, the two maids assigned to my service stood infront of me, effectively blocking my exit. "Where are you going, Lady Amara?" one of them asked, her tone a mix of concern and authority.
"To the garden," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I overindulged at dinner and thought that a stroll would do me good."
Upon hearing my intention, they exchanged worried glances, frowns creasing their foreheads. "I'm afraid you can't leave this room, Lady Amara," one of them said apologetically.
"Am I being imprisoned?" I inquired, looking shocked.
Their silence was answer enough. Frustration bubbled within me as I clenched my fists and turned back toward the bed. With every passing moment in this castle, the feeling of confinement grew more suffocating. I was furious with Prince Cassius for holding me captive in this manner.
