Maybe
She continued to wear the jeweled shoes, even once they were too small. They weren't that tight, she reasoned, and what did it really matter if they weren't quite the right size? She wouldn't be walking anyway.
The shoes were a reminder that she had been loved at some point, despite the chair. Father had loved her, had given her the shoes as a sign of that love. Instead of love, all she got now was attention, first from pity, then from fear.
Maybe, just maybe, if she kept wearing the shoes, Boq would grow to love her as well.