Sinful Nights
Other times I'll get a half-drinkan one from another inmate.
But today instead of porridge, I’ve received an enclosed envelope in place of my food. I try to call the guard back as he walks away getting ready to serve the next prisoner.
“Whatever,” I mumble, then turn my gaze back towards the tray with the envelope, staring at the clean white paper with, now that I look closer, a wax stamp from the king…
My dear husband has written to me. How sweet.
With a sigh, I lean in and grab the paper, flipping it over to make sure it’s for me. Low and behold it has To Princess Willow Of cell 439. Please open immediately upon delivery.
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