That seemed to clear her head, she looked at herself  with confusion then scanned the room. A  gentle knock and the tray flap opened and a man I didn’t know whispered “My lady please my lady come closer so we may talk quickly” 

I helped her up and we waked t the door it was a struggle in her large costume “I’m here Gaston what is the situation?” 

“your husband the king has sent you out to this prison and we have no power to get you out. in this land it is legal what he has done and the key to the door has already left. You are truly lost to your people. So give me you hand and I will give you what little aid I can before we are forced to leave” she obediently reached her hand out under the door flap as far as she could but I pulled her back not liking how he had said that last part she started to question me just as his knife came down were her wist had been. his hand were so jared by hitting the stone floor that he dropped the knife so I swept it under the door to my side. I backed in outrage “good sir what is the meaning of attempting to harm your own lady!?!”

“A quick release so her people can retaliate, is the only answer! whoever you are grate lady you must end her suffering so my land may make things right!”

“that is not how thing are done here and if your words are correct she is now queen of my land so falls under our rules so no harm will befall her here!” I took up the knife and with the hilt i struck the big metal door it made a surprising klan Klang Kalang!!! No one in the fortress had heard such a noice so they came running and immediately through the man in the carriage and he with two foreign solders were escorted out of the fortress and the portcullis was lowered. I had never seen that before.

The queen, oh of all the things no wonder she was here this is a place of Royal forgetting, me half sibling to the king and the now the queen are the only people that can be put here!  She had remained at the door looking at the hand a wrist her own man had just tried to use to take her life. the opium had not fully left her body but I didn’t know what to do with her so I went to the creek and started cleaning the shoes. blood really is awful stuff but with enough time I got them well cleaned then set them on the bottom of my book shelf.

 She had stated crying small whimpering that really set me on edge. so I ventured “please tell me how to help or what to do?”

“Nothing” she screeched and and continued to cry louder and more unruly “nothing can be done” was repeater over and over between wails of crying. I had seen one of Daisy’s middle sisters do this from time to time  and it was best practice to just let them have the cry if they really needed it but It was all just too much for on day so I went to the far corner and tried to reread a book I had already read a few times she kept crying as lunch was brought so I covered her in a sheet and pulled the food though, thankfully we each got a tray so I wouldn’t have to share my small portion. I stored away the knife and the cheese that I knew would keep. Their was a good possibility that if the war continued food would become scarier so what little I could tuck away I did. I cleaned up best I could ignoring the three chests not knowing if they where her things and after her introduction to our kingdom I didnt want to cross any more boundary’s! 

still whimpering a little she said “I , I think I need help.” 

“Oh good may we now conduct our selves as proper society?”

meekly she tried “I am your queen you should treat me with levity.”

“Ah yes well, I forgot things haven’t been explained to you this is a Royal place of forgetting so we are family so in our privet chamber much of that is dispensed of. anyhow I would love to know your name when your ready, till then how may I help you?”

“I was sewn in to this dress it is impossible to remove, I wish to burn it!” she looked truly vindictive.

I can help you with the first part but I’m afraid we have no fire in here no hearth or candle. Come stand by the window and we will get that blood soaked, shock of a thing undone.” she couldn’t stand with the gross weight of it, so I helped her over and worked to not pick the threads but to carefully undo each of them.

“why do you take so long take the knife and rip though the thing!” she worked at untangling the elaborate head dress that was plastered to her head in a mix of hair and blood. as I worked on the rest of the costume. 

“I have been her almost three years, each bit of thread that can be salvaged is a tiny bit of entertainment, come sanity that can be put to the future. Things to do is the most valuable part of existing here. Whatever we have in those three chest will have to last us longer then this never ending war, that tapestry over there I have done un done and re done it three times. The hours are endless but I have my routine and I am well for it. As many in prison do not even have food, I feel I must do my best to make my way. Also when I first came here the room was completely empty so I find my situation much improved by long time and now your company.” the was something so deadened in my voice that she didn’t argue 

All together there were eight layers to her wedding costume. it took almost all of the daylight to get her down to her under garments. I explained how scares soap was then sent her to the little bowl part of the creek to clean herself as down stream of her I soaked all of her costume. then went to my things to find her dry cloths. I in my heathy youth had ben called willowy by the plight and a bean poll by the less plight. she was curvy and well fed, lushes like a painting. I had to keep my self from staring she really was fit for a king so why had he done this to her? my mind wondered trying to find anything of min that would fit I seated on a shorter dressing gown.

When she got out shivering and plainly quit cold I became aware that I should maybe warn her to keep some modesty from me. I handed the dry clothing to her and sat on my bed looking to my feet. “I feel I must confess, I am not here for some crime against the crown. I am here because I was born disordered… so though I was raised properly in all aspect of lady’s decorum please do not be shock by my unique issue and protect your modesty accordingly.” 

she took a deep breath in “your the kings older sister! the rumors of your birth are wiled, everything from the queen birthing a piglet, that eat her from the inside, to missing limbs you having dyed at birth! you look whole enough why don’t you rule?”

I held up fingers as I explained “To be king here it requires you to 1 be a direct blood relative of our first king 2 be male and 3 the thing I was born with out. the ability to continue the line.”

she looked painfully confused but she was also bleeding from the spots the wedding costumes support had cut into her. so I did my best to banged her up, my hands became unnaturally warm anywhere they touched her velvety skin. wrapping the bandage about her lush wist, made me feel more inappropriate then wen I watch the mop headed solder have his encounters. As soon as she was bandaged and clothed I encourage her to eat then cleaned our trays and passed them back through the door.