Princess Sophia''s POV
It was so early in the morning and I wondered why I felt so hungry. My stomach rumbled and I could hear it growl.
If only I could give it what it wanted. I was at the mercy of my parents as they chose when I was supposed to be served food. If they decided that I was supposed to eat just once in a whole day, then I was going to be served once.
What they didn''t know was that Ivan always found a way to get food for me. Just like the previous night, I had nothing to eat. Well, food was served to me but the maid and guard that brought it looked at me disdainfully and I kicked the te away in anger. It was only then that I realised that I had nothing else to eat and I was quite famished. They just cleared the ce and took the te away. Stupid fools.
Luckily for me, Ivan arrived just in time and he got me some food. I was so pissed and angry that I didn''t even let him touch me and thankfully, he understood my mood and let me be. Not without leaving the food behind, which I enjoyed so well.
I didn''t know why my parents would choose to treat me so badly despite all we had been through together. Despite what had happened, I didn''t think I deserved to be treated the way I was.
I wasn''t the one who switched myself. It was my mother who did that. I had just been born at the time; how on Earth was I supposed to have stopped her?
It was only after I had grown up a bit that she told me. I was already eighteen. What was I supposed to do? Tell my parents that they weren''t my parents? Leave my position as a Princess which I had enjoyed for eighteen long years and be a servant? Would they have done the same if they were in my shoes? Certainly not and they knew it. They just thought it wise to use me as a scapegoat.
They didn''t care about how I felt concerning the whole situation. I
No one did. They were only so keen to judge. It wasn''t easy for me at all. I had already gotten so used to the life of royalty that I didn''t know how I was to survive outside of it.
Besides, I was going to be met with ridicule and insults and even some physical abuse from the maids, guards and anyone else whom I might have stepped on his or her toes in the past. The people might have made me aughing stock and I would have to bow my head in shame wherever I went, for a crime that I didn''tmit.
The only crime Imitted was being born. If I wasn''t, I''d have had nothing to do with the chains around my hands and my legs. I would never have needed to have sex with a guard, not for my pleasure but for favours.
Well, I had more pressing issues to concern myself with. My stomach still called out to me for help and I hoped that Ivan woulde. I doubted that though, especially with the way I treated him the previous night.
The door to my cell suddenly opened and I turned around with a smile, hoping that it was Ivan. It wasn''t, and the smile was knocked back off my face as I beheld the two people that I didn''t want to see for any reason.
My parents walked into the dungeon, side by side, probably to pay me a courtesy visit as they didn''t look like people who had a verdict to pronounce. They were alone too. They''d havee with some guards if they wanted to pass a verdict.
"Leave here, this instant!" I yelled at them with anger in my heart. "I don''t want to see any of you. Get out!"
I shook the chains vehemently as if I could break free from them. I just wanted to take a break from the hold, hit those two so hard and then return to the chains if I had to. Their presence in my cell irked me.
They stood their ground, unwilling to go anywhere. Instead, my father walked toward me, leaving my mother behind and stopped a bit close to me. "This is my dungeon. This cell is my cell," he said with a defiant look on his face. "The right to decide what happens here belongs to me and not you. You have no such rights here, little one I decide what I want to do and what I don''t. Yours is to do what you''re asked. You''re a prisoner, under captivity. I''d be more humble if I were you."
My mother walked slowly and stood by his side and I patiently waited for them to tell me why they were there.
"We came here to inform you that we have decided to banish your real mother, never to set her feet in this Pack again. What she did was deserving of death but we have chosen to tread the path of mercy."
"I don''t care," I said, rolling my eyes. "You can do whatever you want to do. It''s none of my business."
"You don''t care about your biological mother? Do you not see her as your mother?" My father asked, with his eyes so wide to express his shock.
"I don''t care," I snickered.
They sighed, turning to look at each other. "We''d also want to ask you what punishment you''d want us to give to you. It''s been so hard for us to think of what to do with you, Sophia. Even though you rebelled against us and did so many bad things, we still see you as our daughter in a way as we''ve shared so many memories."
As my mother spoke, she seemed sincere but I didn''t care. I knew she had never liked me as I thought she should.
"If you hadn''t done what you did," my father added. "You''d have remained my favourite human till now."
I didn''t believe him. He was probably just saying that to make me feel like it was
all my fault. That''s what people were good at; pointing fingers at others and making them look bad when they were in fact, the bad ones.
"If I was really your favourite person, you wouldn''t have thrown me into a dungeon and ripped me off my title as Princess. You don''t like me. You both don''t and I regret being your daughter!"
The statement seemed to trigger something in them. It looked to have angered them and I could see it in their eyes. I didn''t care. I was only being honest.
They turned around, seeing that I wasn''t in the mood for any of their talks and began to walk away. "We''ll be back," my father said as they left. "That''s a promise.
As they left and locked the door, I ced my hands on the ground and screamed aloud with tears dropping from my eyes.