LOST

Chapter 3- Interrogation

Celestine

I crossed my fingers and hoped to die. I knew I'd just spent a night in prison but it felt like days. Is this how all prisoners felt? It was cold and the scratchy old blanket that Aiden- Prince Aiden gave me, did little to protect me. I was awake the entire night wallowing and pondering.

 How did that sweet boy I met at the ball turn out to be such a bastard?

 Why did the King and Crown Prince of Kythia need me?

Is my family worried about me? Do they even know where I am?

Why did Miranda betray me?

What did the Crown Prince mean last night when he said interrogation?

Arrgh!

I buried my head in the valley between my knees and I waited for something to happen. The dungeons were not dark anymore. There was a window above my head (which was heavily barred- I checked), and there was a long hallway outside my prison. The view directly outside my cell was a brick wall but on the sides, I could see half of the two prisons in front of me. One of them had a hefty-looking, inked man sprawled across the floor. I wouldn't have been surprised if he was dead. I couldn't see if a person sat in the second cell. He or she must be leaning towards the other end.

I sighed and looked sadly at the fruit Aiden had passed to me last night. I hadn't touched it. I kept staring at it until I heard a rough, low and weakened voice. It was as if its owner hadn't spoken in a long time.

"Are you going to eat that?"

I stood and noticed that my legs were shaking as I made my way to the prison bars. I looked to the second cell in front of mine. A thin, frail man sat there. His chest was bare but he was wearing a pair of dirty, torn trousers. His beard had grown till his stomach and his hair had grown almost as long as mine. He looked tired and sick. He clutched the thin blanket around his shoulders tighter. I felt sorry for the man and I walked back to the fruit and tossed it out of my bars into his. It hit the bars of his cell and toppled back. He sighed and scooted over to the bars and lifted the fruit. He ate it hungrily. I watched quietly as he ate. After he was finished, I talked.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Jordane," he answered with a satisfaction seeping into his voice, probably due to the satiated hunger. "What is yours?"

"Celestine," I said. His eyes widened. Of course.

"The Princess of Satian?" he asked in shock.

"Um...Crown Princess now. Crown Prince Wayne is no more," I replied sullenly. I usually didn't talk about Wayne but he was another reason for Kythia's and Satian's rivalry; he'd been slain unfairly by Kythian sailors a few years back. 

"Last I heard, he was the Crown Prince," he said apologetically. " I have been in here for a long time, my dear. Ten years."

"How, though?" I asked curiously. Suddenly, pride shone in his eyes.

"I was a spy, working for Satian," the man replied. I felt sudden guilt and bile hit the back of my throat.

"I have a family, you know. A daughter who must be your age and a wife," he said, smiling. " Of course, I don't regret my actions. I stand by one motto: Satian before blood."

My heart swelled at his loyalty. Just as I was about to enquire more about his family, we heard footsteps. They were the clacking of heels against the stone so I knew that it wasn't a guard that was visiting us. I scurried quickly into the corner of my cell before the person approached. The ex-spy did the same.