*MICEALA*

Last night was one I can describe as hell. I wasn't able to leave my room because my father had ordered the guards to lock my door with chains, because why not? I'm a criminal. I couldn't go be with my son in his room and when he cried, his Nanny brought him to my room instead.

It was a night I spent half awake, crying my heart out until tears couldn't drop anymore.

And today, in the morning, with a pale face masked with pain, I would be standing before the court in front of my ...