A/N: Hello everyone. I hope you all had a good weekend. I am so sorry for the delay, I was away for a wedding and then had to catch up in school work. But I am back and will continue with the stories. Again, apologizing for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I've said it before, I'm not the best with English grammar/spelling but am working on it. Okay enough from me now since my laptop is dying and I want to upload this chapter before it dies (and no the charger is not with me)

Hope you enjoy the chapter.

Chapter Two: Food

Rays of light sneaked inside the stone room shining on the sleeping prisoner. His back against the slap of stone that was used as a bed, though he found sleeping on the ground was more comfortable. The light shined in his face, its warmth stirring him from his slumber. Groaning as his body turned onto its side, he could feel his ribs pressed against the stone. Mumbling a few words, he forced himself to sit. Dry rough hands ran rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. Hearing movement outside, he knew the guards were up to wake the prisoners. Standing, he grabbed his plaid and put it on, making sure he was covered before standing by the door. A few minutes later and the door opened, letting the sun shine on him. His head looked away as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness.

"Let's go." One of the guards ordered. Giving him a glare, he could see the guard step back a little. He might be a prisoner now, but he still was feared by everyone. He followed the row of prisoners as they walked from their cells to a small shaded area where the prison cook was making their breakfast. One by one, the prisoners got their bread and a drink. It wasn't much for breakfast, but many of them were used it. Sitting down on a boulder, he tore the bread in half. Staring at the broken piece, he sighed as he took a bite of it. Though dry, it would be the only food he will get for a while.

Later during the day, the sun bared down on the prisoners. Summer in Scotland can be hot and it was hot. There wasn't much shade for them, but he wasn't going to complain. He was used to being out in the hot sun so this wasn't a problem. However, it was a problem for some other prisoners at the castle. Though the guards did provide water for them, they still had to be outside all day and it wouldn't be long until some of the prisoners would eventually die because of the heat. Leaning his head back against the stone wall, he closed his eyes as his hearing heighten. Conversations between prisoners about their lives back home, keys on the belts of guards clanging together as they moved through the corridors. He let out a long sigh as the sun kept his skin warm. It was a calm day for once, usually a fight between prisoners breaks out and the guards have to separate them. However, no fight broke out…not yet at least.

The quietness of the prison wasn't what Christine expected. She had always thought prisons were loud from the prisoners shouting and fighting. Visiting the Tower of London a few times gave her an idea of prison life, but here in Scotland, it was different. She liked it though. As she flipped the page of her book, she let out a content sigh.

"I see you're enjoying the quietness." A voice startled her and her eyes looked up to see her father coming into the room. "Apologies, I did not mean to scare you."

"Is it normally this quiet here?" She asked him as she set her book down. He shook his head as he sat in a chair next to hers.

"Some days are quieter than others, but it's strange how quiet it is today." She only nodded. "Are you hungry? The cook is about to make the midday meal." Nodding again, she rose from her chair and straighten her dress. Rising as well, he held out his arm and she accepted it. As they walked out of the room and down the hallway, Christine's eyes glanced outside where she could see a small part of the yard where the prisoners were. There was no one in her sight for they must be having their midday meal as well. Turning her head away, a loud crash ran through the castle. Gustave immediately thought of his daughter's safe and had a guard take her back to her room while he checked it out. Despite wanting to see what was happening, Christine obeyed and allowed the guard to escort her back to her room. Once the door was closed and locked, she could do nothing but wait until her father returned. Gustave made his way down to the yard where a fight between the prisoners broke out. Ordering the guards to break the fight, he stood back where it was safe. His eyes searched for one particular prisoner and soon spotted him, practically throwing a guard off a fellow prisoner. The guard hit the stone-wall, falling to the ground, the wind knocked out of him. Luckily, a group of guards attacked the strong prisoner and within minutes, the fight had been settled.

Christine paced the room, waiting impatiently. An hour had passed and the door finally opened. She sighed in relief when she saw her father coming in. He looked like he hadn't been harmed at all which eased her worried.

"What happened, father?" She asked with concern in her voice.

"Just a fight, it's normal here. Though two guards are injured thanks to Boyd."

"Boyd?"

"A prisoner…the one who fascinated you with moving the boulder yesterday."

"Oh…what is the punishment?" She asked, curious at what would happen to them, especially the prisoner who she now knows as Boyd.

"No food for a week." Her eyes widen.

"They'll starve!" She rose from her chair. Gustave looked at his daughter will some shock. Yes, she always had a caring heart and hated to see people suffer. But he was surprised at her reaction to the punishment of prisoners. "There has to be another punishment for them. You can't starve them, father."

"They won't die, Christine."

"How do you know that? They could die from starvation." He couldn't believe she was basically defending them.

"Christine, these are prisoners…rebel prisoners who have killed English. Many of them are lucky that they are here and not in the Tower of London where they would have been executed already. Boyd's head would be on a stake right now." The last sentence made her gasp as she imagined that picture. He could see the horror in her eyes and quickly regretted saying it. "I'm sorry, Christine." She shook her head.

"No I am. I caused this fight by…" She sighed as her father stood up and walked to her.

"By being just like your mother." Her eyes glanced up at him. "She had a caring heart just like you." A slight smile appeared on her face. "Come, let's not talk anymore about it. The punishment is set and cannot be lifted." Sighing, she nodded her head. She knew well not to argue anymore about it; her father wasn't going to change his mind.

Later that night, Christine sat by the window of her room, looking out onto the yard below. The prisoners had gone into their cells for the night so the yard was quiet and empty. She had noticed that certain prisoners weren't out during dinner and knew they were kept in their cells during dinner. Her eyes glanced over at the pieces of bread that were sitting next to her as a night snack. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head. Without thinking of the consequences, she grabbed the bread and wrapped in a cloth. She put a robe over her chemise and quietly opened her door. Checking to make sure the hallway was clear of guards, she grabbed the bread and quietly, sneaked down to the gate which lead to the prisoner cells. Surprisingly, she had managed to sneak pass any guard but her new obstacle was the lock on the gate. Glancing around, she spotted a set of keys on a nail in the wall. Quietly taking them so not to any noise, she took the keys and one-by-one, tried it on the lock until one worked. Opening the gate enough to fit her body through, she closed it and started walking down the hallway of cells. This was part of the castle she had not seen before and trying to find the cells that kept the punished prisoners would be difficult. There weren't names outside each cell to help her, but some cells had a red cloth nailed next to the door and Christine remembered from trips to the Tower of London that it meant the prisoner was on punishment. Reaching the first cell with the red cloth, she saw a small window next to the door. It was for prisoners to receive things like food if they were too sick to go outside. Walking over to the small window, she glanced inside the cell. The prisoner was laying on his side, his back towards her.

"Sir…" She whispered, hoping to wake him but not alert any guard. His body stirred, having heard her voice. As he started to rise from the bed, she quickly slid a piece of bread through the window. Knowing he would see it, she moved on to the next cell. She kept quiet, only whispering 'sir' to get the prisoner's attention to give them the food. When the last piece of bread was gone, she quietly made her way back to her room for the night. As she slept, a few prisoners stayed awake…including a prisoner by the name of Boyd.

So Christine is sneaking food to the prisoners...wonder what might happen if her father finds out...

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