I don't know how much time had passed since they locked me up, but I grew sleepier and sleepier; my bones were completely numb from the cold. There was only a thin blanket in one corner, filthy and threadbare. I huddled in the corner, folding the small scrap of cloth under me, pulling my legs up, wrapping them around myself, and resting my head on them. I must have dozed off for a moment when, suddenly, I heard footsteps on the previously quiet corridor — growing louder, announcing that someone was approaching my cell.
I was afraid the prince had changed his mind and sent someone to have me executed, but a small hope also stirred that maybe they would let me out. That hope was quickly snuffed when I saw Mrs. Cox walking straight to my door.
"I suppose you're happy now that your miserable little life isn't over yet," she sneered as she stared at me, "I don't know how you managed to earn this…"
