[Rosie's POV]
He didn't look at me, and when the door shut, it felt like I was left alone...again.
Guards were holding me side by side, leading me to the cell. It still felt so strange.
Out of the blue? I'm suddenly a criminal? My head can't seem to fish out the puzzle.
And Damien, does he believe her or me? He's locking me up. I will never. Why would I steal a parchment?
Someone wore that cloak that belonged to me and showed up in his room, but then, how does that face, when she turns, there's a striking resemblance to me.
Nothing made sense, and I just wanted to stay strong when it wasn't working.
I need to speak up for myself but then, it hurts me that the shock I received made me jittery and unable to speak properly.
Soon, I found myself in a cell, and the bars were locked, leaving me in a space of loneliness and grief.
My mind was void of thoughts, yet as I fixed my butt on the ground, I sat. This is ridiculous.
