Chapter 31 — A Taste Of Prison

• Laura sat at the edge of her well made bed, dressed in a black silk gown and sighed greatly. She was really tired, fatigued one might call it.
• Her eyes burned from all the tears she'd been shedding for days, her back burned from the forced dignity she had to portray herself with as all the matters of the kingdom were passed on to her shoulders. Even her face ached from all the smiles she'd been giving people.
• Slowly, she climbed her bed and lay on it, her face down as she smelled the clean sheets. Few days ago—who was she kidding?— seven days ago, to be exact, she'd been dreaming of getting married.