That was my story.
Now I am sat here, in the dungeons. In darkness worse than that night. In coldness worse than the wind from that day on the mountain - luckily I have my woolen riding jacket on.
That was how I came to be here. Once a Princess, now a traitor. I await my fate. The inevitable.
I have been down here for at least a day. Wymond and I were taken on horses and thrown in here. I have not seen Father but I know I will.
I am bought back from my thoughts by Wymond's voice in the darkness from a different cell.
"Hilda?" He is horse.
"Yes?" I say.
"I love you." He says and then there is a moments pause... "I am so sorry." He finally finishes.
"What are you sorry for?" I question. "It is not your fault." I don't know what else to say to him.
I hear him sigh. I move to the barred door and push my hand through and around the wall.
"Come here." I whisper but I know he can hear me as it echos off the damp stone.
I hear him move to my voice and take my hand. He kisses it through the bars and we sit like that for some time.
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𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴, 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘪𝘦𝘴
FantasyIn a world full of lies and secrets, Hilda, a princess, comes of age. Through the darkness of being told who she should marry, she falls in love for the wrong man. Her mother would describe him as filthy, good for nothing. Hilda would describe him a...
