Lauralye watched as the prisoner walked over to the food and sat down in front of it, eating it slowly. She looked at him as he told her there was no reason to be afraid. She shook her head, "There is plenty of reasons... People aren't meant to be kept as pets.... They will grow anger and they will fight their chains... They will cast their anger upon those who trap them and for that... I'm afraid."

A man in the cell next to the slave's laughed loudly, causing Lauralye to flinch. She rarely came down here. She came here to be kind to those she saw as innocent, hoping it might lighten their anger toward the crown. However, there were plenty of people who deserved to be down here. The man came to the front of the cell and reached to her with a dirty hand, "Why is it you bring food for the others, Princess. But none for me?"

Lauralye shied away from the hand, "I do not give food to men... who deserve their fate," She relaxed ever so slightly and the man managed to move his arm further, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her to the bars of his cage. She yelped and stared at him terrified, "You think I deserve this, Princess? To starve, to wait out the days till I die."

Lauralye's hand shook, "Y-you chose this fate... When you killed those... p-people."

The man tossed her backwards, causing her to hit the ground, "If I had a knife, I'd gut you like a fish, Princess."

She moved herself as far from him as she could without endangering herself with another prisoner. She looked at slave, "Plenty.... to be afraid of...." She took a deep breath, not wanting the murderer to get the best of her, "What is your name?"