EVANGELINE.
Two nights had passed, and I was in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I struggled and managed to turn over, at other times I wasn’t even able to open my eyes. I was alone and there was no one to help me, and I had to crawl to the bathroom when I needed to go.
I was exhausted, mentally, and physically, yet I was constantly under his cold gaze. The window was locked, and although I didn’t try it, I saw the man who had come to bolt it shut. I remained in the prince’s bed, and I was relieved that not once did he sleep in it. I'm sure I was far too dirty and disgusting for him to want to be near. Perhaps without the pretty dress and makeup, he would no longer be interested in me.
I could only pray for that…
It was now the third night that had gone by, and I was finally able to
