They both look at me, Len with a smile and Mayu with a glare. The Prince and Princess of Frayveth, standing in the same room with me. A thief. A liar.
I stand up, and breathing heavily, I walk to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. I sit on the floor and listen to the mumbles through the wall. They talk quietly to each other and I can't understand them. Eventually, I hear a knock on the door. I crawl to the door and turn the knob, and Mayu is standing in the doorway.
"Hello," She says quietly. "He's gone, he's going to get us our meal because it's time for dinner."
"Okay," I say. I'm getting served food? Sounds pretty good to me! "What is the food?"
"Extra food that went bad. We don't throw the food away, we feed the prisoners with it. Stuff that got burnt or fell on the floor, if needed. Bad food, basically." She says blandly. Maybe it's not so great. I get off the floor and walk out to one of the mats, Mayu moving to sit on the floor next to the door.
We sit for a while, and then Len knocks again. "Hellooo?" He calls.
He slips the food under the door. But it's not bad looking! There's a small chicken leg, golden roll, and silver cups with water with both. I look up at him. "Wha-?"
He shushes me and smiles. "I snuck it, don't let anyone see," he whispers to us.
I eat rapidly, shoving the delicious food in my mouth. Once I'm done, I see Mayu has only just started her roll and Len is watching me with his blue eyes. My face gets hot as I realize I just embarrassed myself. Len laughs at me, but then his face gets serious. "You don't get to eat a lot, do you?"
"Nah," I shrug, lying down on the mat. "I steal food when I can, and it's usually not a lot. Normally I have to resort to trash,"
He goes silent again. "Did you steal those clothes?"
"Yeah," I say. I'm wearing a brown and gold corset with laces in the back. It's too big on me, though, so I had to cut the end of the string off because it was too long. I'm wearing dark brown shorts, and knee high lace up boots. Bandages are wrapped around my hands and the top of my right arm. "Yeah, I did," I repeat.
It falls silent again. "Okay," is all he says when he walks away.
I panic as I realize what I just did. I admitted to my crimes.