For the second time in my life, I was a prisoner again. I had a beautiful living quarters with a den, bedroom, and a large bathroom. I had a balcony to myself and I was served good meals every day like a queen.

My son had his own room down the hall from mine and he had a royal tutor who trained him every day.

However, I was very unhappy. I still couldn’t understand why my mates now disliked me so much. They spoke to me rudely and rarely came to visit me. And when they did, they treated me like trash.

How did they go from loving me so...