Chapter Thirty Six

RPOV

Songs: The Tourist by Sarah Jarosz, Outer Space by G, Genevieve

A week.

I had been stuck in this godforsaken room for an entire fucking week.

Immediately following the Queen's Hearing, Daniela had sequestered me to my quarters. To say she was furious with my behavior was a massive understatement. I think she used the words "embarrassment" and "unsophisticated" a record amount of times. As badly as I had felt at first for bringing her shame, now all I felt for her was hatred.

I was going crazy staring at these same four walls with nothing to occupy my time except my worrying thoughts about my sister. At night, I would have dreams about her. Some of the dreams I recognized: memories of us playing as children, riding through the fields on hazy summer days, laughing over gossip as she played with my hair. Others were less familiar but felt just as real. Her ringing her fingers through her hair as she looked over maps and parchments, her hand pushing away a plate of warm food at suppe