Deep below the castle, in the dank, dismal dungeon, the shadows clung like a second layer of skin. There were only the sound of muffled drops of water above and the faint hum of a child's whispering.
"I'm hungry, I want to go home!" Princess Elizabeth cried, stamping the ground in frustration. Her high pitched scream echoed off the stone walls.
She had always been spoiled, heard always, and obeyed always. Right from birth, being the daughter of a king as made her feel more importance than she originally is, but things are different now, no soothing words of consolation, No embracing hugs, No milk cakes and golden pears. Only silence—and the anger of her mother.
Queen Charlotte rounded on her daughter, eyes that had not blinked in the last four or five hours narrowing to furious slits. Her gentle, queenly voice was sharp and slashing. "Enough, Elizabeth! This is no time for your tantrums!"
