Recap: (Y/n) was caught and injured while stealing bread for her family of orphans: Katy, Josh, Lily, and Liam. She is locked in a cell waiting for her fate to be decided.
As (Y/n) woke from a deep sleep, she noticed the change in temperature. Even though there were rays of sunlight hitting her face, she couldn't help but shiver from the cold. She was wearing a thin, gray dress which provided little warmth to her shivering body. Looking around, the female noticed a small wooden tray near the door of her cell. Being careful of her injuries, (Y/n) stood up and walked to the tray which held a small piece of bread and a cup of water. A slight smile came to her face as she shoved the burnt bread into her mouth. It had been days since the small girl had eaten, so she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh as she chewed up the last bit of bread. The water on the other hand, was something that (Y/n) decided to ration. She didn't know how often prisoners were fed, and so she saved the water for a later time.
(Y/n) slumped back against the cell bars, she noticed movement from the cell across from hers. (Y/n) saw a large man staring off into space. Upon closer inspection, she noticed that he had a thick beard which stopped at his shoulders and a large scar across his face. (Y/n) felt bad for the man, given their similar predicaments.
I wonder what he did to get in here, she thought to herself. But she didn't dare ask this out loud for he had a large scowl on his face, which she realized was directed at her. (Y/n) quickly looked away. She hadn't meant to stare at the man for so long, but the lack of interesting things in the room caused her gaze to linger on him.
"Hmm," the female grunted. She wasn't angry at the man. His negative reaction just made her slightly irritated.
The female quickly became bored again, picking at the straw laying on the ground. She wondered how long she would have to stay in the cell--would it be hours, days, maybe even years. (Y/n) shivered at the thought.
Surely they would't keep us in here for years. However the female wasn't too sure.
The sound of a creaking door drew (Y/n) from her thoughts. She glanced to he wooden door at the end of the hall where three guards emerged walking towards the closest cell.
"Everybody up" the large guard in the middle spit. "I want every last one of you up and ready when we come to get you." With this, the three men opened the first door, roughly grabbing a young girl who couldn't have been older than eight.
"You're first sweetie," the same man said while the other two stayed quiet. The phrase might have sounded innocent, even friendly from another person, but (Y/n) could tell that this man had meant it in a more disgusting, perverted way.
The two quiet guards each gripped the struggling girl, dragging her through the door leaving the room in silence.
What was that? (Y/n) thought to herself. She wondered where they took the girl--where they would end up taking her.
Maybe it was the day of a trial. Maybe I can get out of here, (Y/n) hoped.
With that thought in her mind, the girl stood up watching as the three guards entered the room and walked towards her cell.
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(Y/n) didn't put up a struggle when the guards unlocked her cell and grabbed her. However she cringed when she felt a push on the small of her back, the guilty hand sliding farther down as they walked. The female never did like it when people touched her, but she absolutely hated to feel this man's hands in such an intimate place. The only thing she could do was walk faster, hoping to get away from the three as soon as possible.
The group walked down the hallway occasionally taking a turn. They were nearing the door that (Y/n) assumed led outside. At least it would be if they were going to the square for a trial.
She had been to a trial before when she was young, however she couldn't really remember what it was like. She hoped it would be as uneventful as she remembered. After all (Y/n) was smart; she knew they wouldn't hang her for stealing a loaf of bread. Best case scenario the young female would just be sent somewhere to do labor for a year or two. Worst case scenario--well she didn't want to think of what that might be.
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(Y/n)'s questions were answered as her eyes adjusted to the sunlight. They were heading towards a small stage in the center of the square, the place where trials were held.
Stepping onto the wooden stage the female felt the hands leave her body.
Finally, she thought to herself.
(Y/n)'s (e/c) eyes glanced towards the crowd. There were probably around fifty civilians standing in the space in front of her, no doubt here for the trial. She didn't recognize anyone in the crowd. All eyes were on her as she took a step forward and waited for the town's official to address her.
"(Y/n) (l/n) you have been charged with thievery, is this true?" a nicely dressed man asked looking in her direction. His eyes looked the young girl up and down, sizing her up. (Y/n) knew enough about how these trials went: she would be deemed guilty no matter what she said. It was all a show--a way to keep the citizens entertained, and a way to pardon the upper-class. It would be no use denying the claim, so the girl in question nodded her head.
"I (Y/n) (l/n) am guilty of thievery" The words slipped through her lips, causing a few disappointed sighs from the crowd. They were there for the drama. They wanted to see the prisoners put up a fight. It was a sick sort of amusement that (Y/n) had no intent of providing.
With a appreciative nod the official stamped a paper passing it to the person to his right. "I sentence you to one year of servitude as a castle maid."
After hearing her fate, (Y/n) was taken off the stage and into a cell--this one different from before. The guards locked the door and walked away, leaving the young girl to her thoughts.
It came as a surprise to (Y/n) that she was assigned as a castle maid. Usually prisoners were sent to the farm lands for manual labor. Perhaps it was the young girl's frail frame that influenced the decision. It didn't matter though. (Y/n) was much relieved that she would be able to work in the castle.
The maids and workers in the castle were usually treated well as long as they followed the rules. They were provided clothing, three meals a day, and a place to stay. All of which would be an upgrade to (Y/n)'s life on the street.
The only thing the female was dreading was living without her family. News would spread to them of her sentence, she knew that much. (Y/n) hoped they wouldn't do anything stupid. The twins were known to be very emotional and it would be the first time (Y/n) and Liam would be separated for so long. She would miss them all very much in the time she would be away, but it would only be a year until she could see them again.
"I can get through this," (Y/n) whispered to herself, her back sliding down her cell wall. "I will get through this."
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