Nyx's pov
"Apples!" She yelled stepping away from me and in an instant I heard the rough padding of feet and a young man came in bearing the basket of Apples, he handed one of the fruits to her before turning around with the basket and taking it up to where her throne was.
The music from the piano flowed across the room in a sad tone filled with melancholy and I could say very well that it expressed my grief, whimpers from my daughter could be heard and she poked her face through the iron bars of the cage, she held onto the bars and peered at me as if silently pleading for help, her eyes just like mine glistened with tears and salty liquid ran down her cheeks which were reddened from sobbing.
The sound of Helena munching on the poor fruit could be heard above the music, it irritated me,
