Mila's mind spun. "I can't stay here."
Her breathing turned uneven as panic clawed its way up to her throat.
"These people are dangerous. They can hurt me. Or worse – they can kill me."
Tears spilled down her cheeks. "No…" She wiped them away. "Before anything happens, I need to leave. I have to find my own way out."
Her fingers curled into the bedsheet. The thought hardened inside her like steel. Slowly, she stood up and walked toward the door. Twisting the handle, she pulled it open.
The guards were still there.
'Of course, they will be here,' she muttered in frustration. 'They are devoted to their king, like loyal dogs.'
The two men looked at her blankly.
"I am bored being locked up like this," she said. "I need some fresh air. Let me step out."
No response. They stood there like statues.
Mila ground her teeth. "Do you think I can run away from here?" she snapped. "I just want to get out of this suffocating room. At least, let me walk around the house."
