My heart just about caught in my throat. The guards left without question. I guess the prince could easily behead me if he so chose. I was dropped carelessly to the floor for the thousandth time in the past... how long has it been now. I no longer trust the marks on my cell wall for fear that I might hallucinate something awful. That happened a lot nowadays, whenever something reminded me of my old life, I'd see terrible images flash over my eyes. It was like there was some unseen force that was bent on making me forget my past. Caught in my memories of the cell, I was oblivious to the youth rising from his bed and stalking until he stood over me, his dull shadow bringing me back from my state of half-consciousness. "You say you were wrongly accused, strange girl?" He asked, his voice the same tone as I had heard him use in the thrown room when he sentenced me. "I should have you killed right now on this spot, but this rug is antique." He continued coldly, "So I'll exercise my patience, but I warn you my self-restraint wears thin quite quickly. Why should I let you free?" I thought fast. Now it was all up to me finding the right approach. The prince wasn't one for sentiments. I could see that. I could tell the only way I'd get his attention was if I offered something that he could gain from. Then it hit me. Make believe. I'd make something up. Something that he'd need me for. That way, he'd take my offer and I'd just make sure that what I said happened. That was where my intellectual streak ended, unfortunately. What could I possibly make up that could sound real, when I couldn't tell up from down in this damn place. Why didn't they offer make believe as a course in school? I thought wildly as my mind groped for intelligent words.
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