Elara'S POV
“Good morning, miss.” Maeve brought me a tray for breakfast and quickly retreated as soon as I opened my mouth to ask more questions. I sighed. She wasn’t going to give me any answers.
Alone, in silence, I ate while staring out the window. Snow drifted down with a hypnotizing allure as I watched one large, fluffy flake after another pass my window and disappear into the whiteness below.
I’d tried to open it, to determine if it was a potential escape route, but it wasn’t that type of window. The single pane of glass was solidly anchored in the wall.
The next thirty minutes, I spent poking around the room. While the bathroom was well stocked, and the wardrobe housed an array of silk and satin dresses, everything else was empty and stark. I was forced to handwash my bra and u
