Trial 1..

The mid wife, Lucile was thrown back into the dungeon after her first trial which had not gone well. The prisoner across her dungeon cackled with a wild laughter. She had fallen and had let out a small grunt when she fell. She seemed to have scraped her knee but she didn’t raise her dress to check immediately as the laughter had drawn her back. She looked across the cage to see that it was a woman who looked strange that sat across in her dungeon, laughing at her.

The woman’s hair covered her face messily, but from the part of the skin she was able to see, she knew this woman was not a commoner. Not withstanding that she looked like she hadn’t showered in weeks, she was elderly and she knows a rich skin when she sees one. But, her face was unfamiliar. She knew the faces of every royalty she had lived to serve but she had never seen this one.