Fiona's POV.
The chains around my ankles were a lot heavier now. It took the little energy I'd accumulated from the two slices of bread and one gulp of water for me to even be able to walk… and yet even as I dragged my feet against the ground and make my way to the dining hall with two tall guards trailing behind me, I'm still thinking up a plan of escape.
I pause mid step to catch my breath and eye the men trailing me. They were nothing like the last men that the triplets put on me, their faces seemed to carved out of stone and they hadn't even batted an eye and the maids tittering around them, distracting them with females certainly wouldn't be working here.
"Get moving wench, we aren't trying to be here all day," one of them barks, he'd blond and blue eyed with a tight jaw and an ins
