Valka
I scream myself hoarse. At which point it finally sinks in that he's really gone and he's left me here to rot until he returns. Whenever that is. It is war. The timing is always unpredictable. It could last anywhere from a day to months.
Pacing doesn't help. It only familiarizes me with my surroundings and I DO NOT want to be familiarized with being prisoner.
Eventually, my rage leads to exhaustion. And I finally look around me.
The cell is small. There's a little bed in the corner. A table, a chair, a lamp, and a half-shelf with dusty books. Add a bath chamber to that list. I hadn't noticed it before because the door blends seamlessly into the wall in a slate grey.
I stand, testing my restraints and sure enough, it is long enough to take me around the small room, but never to the door or the window large enough to shatter and jump out of.
Trust me, I tried for a good hour.
Finally, the exhaustion gets the better of me and I collapse onto the small bed, fatigued.
