“You’ve been having a good day every day since you’ve gotten here. You haven’t questioned anything at all.” “What would I question?” I reply with scorn. “I’m a queen, this is a castle. They’re treating me as they should, especially after the ordeals I suffered.” The man makes a noise that I think is supposed to be a laugh, though it sounds like gravel being scraped against glass. “I thought you were supposed to be at least a little bit intelligent with all of that cold bitch cunning.” “How dare—” “Look around you,” he says, cutting me off. “See. Observe. You can’t trust the people here.”
