Blood Crown ✓ [A Snow White Retelling]

Chapter 3

⊰Blood Crown⊱

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༄A foul smell of things I don't tend to want to know what are, is all around me. I sit against a stone wall with my knees hugged against my chest and tears staining my face. I'm not sure for how long I've been here yet I can feel the hunger inside of me resurface and I realize it has been at least more than a day. Yet I know it has been longer than that. Not a single soul has come down here since I was harshly thrown into this cell and the rusty metal bar closed and locked, with no way of escaping from here.

Not even the faintest sound as come to my ears since I've been here, and the time doesn't seem to want pass by me at all. All I have are my own cries and wails and the thoughts that continue to echo in my mind forever. Before I was put down here I did not know this castle even had a dungeon before for my father and my mother never punished anyone, at least not to my knowledge, then again I can always blame that on the fact that I was a child at the time and most do not speak of the worst to children.

The darkness around me brings me anything but comfort and I find myself fearing what the darkness hold down here. As I cannot see what lurks on around me and I fear for the worst. My mind keeps going back to Nathaniel's room and to his smirk and I've begun to realize that he wanted this to happen all along. This was his plan. I may not know why he did this yet I can imagine that he is doing this for he despises me with just about everything he got inside of him.

It's not a comforting thought to think that one would loathe you that much to have you thrown into a dungeon cell for some amount of time and I wonder what I could possibly have done to make him despise me this much. Yet no matter how much I think of it, I can never find the right cause for that question. Perhaps there is no right answer and perhaps I have no found the right answer it is yet it can't stop me from wondering about it and since all I have is time and my own thoughts I cannot help myself.

Thinking of other things prevent my mind to think of the hunger that has set its roots in my stomach and body. It takes everything in me to not eat the dirt on the ground that I sit on and it takes so much out of me to control myself and my urges and not try to break out for I know it is impossible. I can sense it, I may not know how but I do and I know there is no escaping from this place nor or ever. Not without a key and only the guards have them and as I've mentioned before, there has no one stepped foot down here since I was put in here.

The smell that still lingers is so foul that there are times that I gag and almost throw up from it and the longer I stay down here the worse it becomes and there are times that I hold down my breath as long as I can to not smell it yet that bites me back when I do need to breathe and that smell runs through my nose to my lungs, most likely poising my lungs in the process.

My hands are locked together as they are around my knees and ever so often I would tap my fingers against my feet because of the boredom. Over some years I've become the slave to this castle and my own home, yet I had something to do, I had something in my hands and I worked until my body almost dropped and there were cases that it did drop to the ground in exhaustion yet I never stopped cleaning. Maybe I knew that I would get punished for it or perhaps I just needed to keep myself distracted from the grief that had taken ahold on my heart and did not want to let go.

For whatever reason I was almost never left without work, except when I went to the river which no one knew about, that was a time that I was by myself and free from everything. Working had been something to distract me, yet it was also the very thing that was breaking me down. My body is trembling down here as there is no light and no source of heat and the cold is bitter and it bites my skin. The ripped dress I wear is also not much of a cover from it.