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~Lisa's POV
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at all the things Bella and the guard had brought from the palace. Clothes folded neatly, shoes lined against the wall, even some jewelry I never asked for. The room looked full, but I felt empty. My chest ached, my head spun lightly from hunger, but my body was too weak to argue with itself anymore.
I picked up a fruit from the tray. My fingers trembled as I held it. I hadn't wanted to eat, not really. Food tasted like dust these days, but my stomach twisted so painfully I had no choice. I took a small bite. The sweetness spread across my tongue, almost foreign, like I didn't deserve it.
"Eat, Lisa," I whispered to myself, chewing slowly. "You need the strength."
I ate two more pieces before my body begged me to stop. My eyelids grew heavy. Sleep could help me forget everything for a little while. I pulled the blanket over myself, trying to shut the world out.
But then the door creaked open.
