I have until dawn. That's when I have to be out of Paris. At least he extended me that grace after they beat the life out of me. I still can't believe Louis allowed them to do this. I thought he loved me. I thought he'd protect me.
I was wrong.
Why didn't anyone tell me about this? I could have cleared my name. And how could they even think I would do something like murder him?
I try to stand up from where they threw me outside the palace. My face stings and my stomach burns with pain. I can't believe they would do this to me. France is not known for their cruelty against prisoners, but something must have changed.
I get on my hands and knees and slowly ease myself off the ground. I can see now that my hands are bloody and scraped up. How wonderful. My stomach screams with pain as I take a few steps, using trees as my support.
Where do I go? I can't go back to the apartment. I can't face them. My only choice is to get a room at the inn.
I limp across town in the alleys behind the buildings until I get to the inn. I keep my head down as I approach the desk. The innkeeper takes me to a room and I Iock the door. It's just a simple room with a bed and a washroom connected to it.
I go into the washroom and stare into the mirror. My eye is purple and lip is swollen. The handprint from where I was slapped is visible. I start unbuttoning my outer corset and then my blouse and stay. All that's left on my chest is my upper bodice covering my breasts.
My stomach is bruised and purple. I lean over the wash basin and rinse my face and I look into the mirror again.
I start to cry.
And I can't stop.
(A/N: Yeah, totally forgot about today's update, so it came a couple hours late. Whoops. Thank you to those who have reviewed! I honestly have no idea why I started this story. Inspiration, I guess.
Well, peace, peeps,
Weatherbug02)