Fiona's POV.
I was back to thinking up escape plans. After everything that happened yesterday the desperation to get out of this place came back in full force. And so as I sweep the hallways of the manor I eye my guards and consider the plan I thought up last night while I lay alone, forcing back tears and considering the quickest plan for escape.
All included me running, and for someone who hasn't eaten in days it seemed close to impossible but memories of Giovanna's palm on my face, the snickering faces of the maids gathered there. Maybe it was a pride fueled move, an action brought about by the sting of having being disgraced, but I was going to do this, I was going to leave here before I was bent beyond measure.
I hadn't spoken to Amelia since the incident of yesterday, not because
