It had been four days since Dominic was locked in that room, with no progress and no plan of escape.
He sat there while staring blankly at the closed black wooden door that had just shut behind Isolde after she took away his breakfast.
The woman who is heavy with makeup and drenched in the scent of perfume seemed to be in an unnecessarily good mood again today.
Still, it felt strange that a woman who proudly called herself the queen of this kingdom would bring him his meals herself.
Was she that desperate to keep him hidden?
Did she want to make sure no one else knew he was here, to lessen even the smallest chance of his escape?
All she ever did was sit with him during meals, talk about meaningless things all on her own and then leave.
Dominic could not figure out what she truly wanted.
To begin with, he didn't understand the woman's feelings.
He knew she was attracted to him.
In her mind, it seemed already decided that he would become her husband.
