My violet eyes - a trait of the Royal family - are filled with unshed tears. The skin underneath them is dark and sunken in and it will be a few more days of good sleep and food before my skin will look plump and healthy again.
Dirt covers my skin in splotches while my long golden hair is left in tangles. No one really cared for the looks of those that were made to do labor. We were there to work while we were prisoners and that was that.
Searching through the drawers of the bathroom vanity, I quickly find a brush and set to work on detangling my hair. After what feels like an eternity and a lot of wincing and cursing, the knots in my hair are gone and I finally feel ready for a shower.
Stepping away from the mirror, I pad across the cold tiles once more towards the shower but n
