C97 Alone

As pretty as this room was and as breathtaking as the view was I saw this room for what it was. It was only a pretty cell. I moved from one prison to another. It didn’t matter how beautiful it was it was still meant to keep me locked in. A strong wind pushed the treetops and in with it came a feeling of unease. One of the servants, a brunette in a brown dress, shooed the other