(CORRINE)
Two days I am kept without food or water. My lips are cracked, and the guard who gave me the blanket was severely punished and removed from his duty.
I feel bad for him. He was simply trying to pay me back for a kindness.
On the third day, I hear footsteps approaching my cell. I'm leaning against the back wall, my body limp. I don't even have the strength to move my arms. My vision is blurry.
Are they going to do it now? I wonder dimly. Can't they just get it over with? Is Locke back?
"Oh, Your Majesty," I hear someone cry, and then the cell door is opened. Something is pressed to my mouth, something wet, and I taste it. It's water. Eagerly, I swallow it.
Sigrid's voice is horrified. "What have they done to you?" I hear her sob. "Rothan!"
"I know, Mother."
Something else is held to my mouth, and this time it's not water. Medicine?
I feel my body tremble, and some of my energy returns. My vision grows clear, and I see Sigrid and Rothan crouching before me.
