Princess Sophia's POV
I sat down in the cell, looking and feeling dejected. It had been several hours and no one had come to give me food so I could shout and rant at them for my pleasure.
I had thought that Ivan should have come by then. Perhaps, he'd be with some food that I could eat. I'd also missed him. I needed the company of someone; anyone before I'd run mad.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five.
I stared at the ceiling and began to count numbers hoping that it was going to help me fall asleep. It didn't work. I only felt my mouth slightly begin to ache as soon as I got to a hundred and twenty.
I paused, and looked around the cell, trying to see if there was some kind of loophole for me to escape. I had planned to somehow try to make my way out the next time I'd be temporarily freed from those big, strong chains so that I could change clothes, but there was no sign of an escape route. My parents weren't in the mood to pronounce judgement on me and I couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing. It was all that kept me alive and in the Pack but I didn't know if that was a good thing either.
Just as I lay on the floor, not knowing what to do next, I heard the door of the cell make a sound and I quickly sat up.
I turned to see who it was that was entering my cell and as soon as my cell door opened, I saw Ivan walking through the door and I felt a bit relieved. Indeed, I was happy because I was finally going to have some company. I had almost died of loneliness.
But then, I noticed that someone was behind him. I heard footsteps behind him and then on a closer look, I saw a figure following him behind and they were both walking toward me.
Ivan had never come to my cell with anyone. He always came alone, especially since he knew what mostly happened after each visit and how people weren't supposed to find out.
I got a better look at the other guy as he walked to Ivan's side and I got even more scared. He was so huge that Ivan, who was a big guy, appeared small before him. He was a giant of a man.
As they got closer, I began to think the worst. "Who is he, Ivan?" I asked, trembling. "Were you both sent by my parents to pass some sort of judgement on me? Talk to me, Ivan!"
"Hey, relax, Princess. It's not that," he said, trying to get me to calm down but I couldn't. I felt that he had been sent to get the job done since I'd least suspect him. I felt betrayed too. I never knew that he'd consent to something like that after all that he said to me about helping me break free from the dungeon.
"We mean no harm, ho… Princess." He almost let our secret out in that instant but did well to correct himself. We couldn't let our secret out. Not before anyone else. "We didn't come here for any judgement whatsoever. Our coming is for a different purpose; one that I feel might interest you."
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