Confinement

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Working under the hand of the Princess of Castellajoux I had the responsibility of both entertaining the court while also keeping a watchful eye on those who would harm or conspire against her majesty. I cannot remember exactly how much blood I shed to retain what I perceived as stability, or how much I imprisoned amidst my ambitions except for one single person.


I entered my office late at night to find my favourite pair of sleeping shoes when my fingers slipped at the key's turning and the metalpiece broke into the lock. I faced myself confined within a chamber half the size of my quarters, with all but books and documents to provide against my boredom.


As I sat there for days behind the wooden desk, the walls grew ever closer, ever tighter, the keyhole gaping its mouth to mock and laugh at me. The documents swirled around me and I was forced to admit to my warden falling to my knees that my time was nothing compared to what I imposed on all others.


Weeks passed before my cries for help were listened to and I was let out of my office. Though I did not return to service; I realised the tables have turned and my office was as much a prison as the bars that lined the floors below.



Adrienne d'Ortonnaise

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