*Miranda’s POV*
Judging by the meal intervals, two days have passed since I’ve joined Lillian in the dungeon cell. We have only been given mouldy bread and rotten meat; I haven’t stomached eating either and gave Lillian my helping of bread instead. She has lost so much weight and she’s been healing so slowly.
“Do you remember the time we snuck out of my room at midnight and went to the kitchen to steal ice cream?” I asked her while stroking her hair. The cold stone wall bit into my back as I reclined against it so Lillian could lie with her head on my lap.
“Uh huh,” she replied.
“I remember how sick me were and how badly our stomachs hurt, but I was too scared to tell my mother what we had done.”
“She told us not to,” she said with an amused snort.
“It only made it taste so much swe
