10. Years
Nessarose gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead as her stern expression turned to sorrow. She had gown old before her time.
She was only in her yearly twenties and she already looked like she was in her forties. Her cheeks were sunken and she never seemed to smile anymore.
Nessarose's hand trailed to her eyes. She turned her head to the right, to the left and back to the right again. She placed the small hand mirror on the table next to her.
"Boq!" Nessa called, wheeling herself to the doorway. "Boq!"
A Munchkin, dressed in a silver uniform, appeared at the doorway. Boq gripped the handles of Nessarose's chair and wheeled her down the corridor.