Talking with the "hostage"

I frown at the sound of that and start to wheel off.

My chair makes me feel slow though, and I decide to leave it in the hallway instead, struggling to my feet.

My legs shout at me to sit back down, my feet crying. But after a few forced steps, I'm able to half limp half walk to the rooms.

I know exactly where Isadora is being kept at; in the furthest rooms of the house, all the way on the east wing. It's barely used, as it was a hindrance to leave and visit the estate.

My feet move awkwardly but surely in that direction, waving off the concerned and shocked faces of passing by servants and maids. When I finally see the hallway, I listen in for any servants or anyone really.

Leaning against the wall for support, I start to run faster.

There are four doors, each cleaned and changed in case visitors, or extended family come for a visit. I look at the under of the cracks of the doors for candlelight, seeing the one in the center with just a faint light.

It's locked from the