Pitying Myself.

The thing which needs to be done is gathering every inch of Myung-Dae's trust. Playing with someone's heart is the thing that I don't want to do ever. But I know that it is the only way to escape now. And this time I have my father by my side, so I have to be more careful, than ever.

Showering, dressing up for no reason at all and giving the maids fake smiles, every time they said something funny to cheer me up. It seems like I was never sent to the dungeon. By all of their behaviour, it didn't seem like I was gone somewhere terrible. Something which I never want to go through again.

"How long I was in prison?" The question left my mouth before I could even filter anything. I watched the poppy with curiosity from the mirror, who was braiding my hair while all she and the other two looked anything but comfortable. Shifting from one foot to the other, she bit her lip and said,

"Three months" I sucked in a sharp breath while trying to control my emotions.