The windows only served as a torment to her.. They were more like paintings, now, a decoration of the walls from which the sun streamed like a flamboyant guest, not waiting for an invitation. Her bare feet could feel where the rays warmed the cool tiled floors as she paced, back and forth, a caged animal losing it's mind in captivity. Again she insisted on torturing herself by returning to the window, she'd lost count of the times she'd leaned out of it to stare across Ragash from the great gold-tipped monoliths of the palace. The birds traveled past, buffeted by the winds that whistled through the towers, as if to remind her that she was in their space now.
Fine, she'd been deprived of no necessities and her chambers were comfortably befitted and decorated with the most sumptuous of silks and marble. She had an open porch at the front of the room, held up with most ostentatiously detailed pillars, painted in gold leaf. But they might as well have been bars, a prison was what it was to her, a beautiful prison.
A litter of silverware, fruits and smashed bottle of wine lay by the locked door. She had the temper of her father at times, and she'd been demanding to see her family for too long now. She rubbed gingerly at her hands, bruised from battering them against the door, but she persisted and returned every so often to scream out at the men who stood guard outside to no avail.
She'd stopped eating almost two days ago. Yet still servants came to her with trays of food which she used instead as projectiles, and each time the door opened she ran for it only to be restrained and shoved back inside by men much taller than she.
"Am I to stay in this room forever?!" Nym screamed again, her voice broken with rage. "Let me out! I demand to see my family!" she banged on the door with each word as though they were exclamation marks of what she had to say, fuelled by primitive rage. "You cannot keep me here!" she growled and turned her back to the door and slid to the floor, her heart thudding against her ribs.
Fine, she'd been deprived of no necessities and her chambers were comfortably befitted and decorated with the most sumptuous of silks and marble. She had an open porch at the front of the room, held up with most ostentatiously detailed pillars, painted in gold leaf. But they might as well have been bars, a prison was what it was to her, a beautiful prison.
A litter of silverware, fruits and smashed bottle of wine lay by the locked door. She had the temper of her father at times, and she'd been demanding to see her family for too long now. She rubbed gingerly at her hands, bruised from battering them against the door, but she persisted and returned every so often to scream out at the men who stood guard outside to no avail.
She'd stopped eating almost two days ago. Yet still servants came to her with trays of food which she used instead as projectiles, and each time the door opened she ran for it only to be restrained and shoved back inside by men much taller than she.
"Am I to stay in this room forever?!" Nym screamed again, her voice broken with rage. "Let me out! I demand to see my family!" she banged on the door with each word as though they were exclamation marks of what she had to say, fuelled by primitive rage. "You cannot keep me here!" she growled and turned her back to the door and slid to the floor, her heart thudding against her ribs.
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