Mia's Pov

I walked into the kitchen to grab myself something to eat when I saw Sophie, one of our maids, taking what seemed like a very stale piece of bread and a bottle of half-filled water on a tray. Damn, how scrumptious. Note the sarcasm. Who in the world would give that to anyone to eat?

"Whose feast is that?" I questioned, scrunching my face at the so-called meal.

"The prisoner in the dungeon," she answered softly.

"You mean Anastasia?" I raised a brow, gulping down some water from a bottle nearby.

"If that's her name, then yes. I was just given orders to keep her alive and give...