Emory

I close my bedroom door gingerly, trying to make the least amount of noise possible. I do think it’s ridiculous that I have to sneak around the castle which I have come to see as my new home. Even when I was a prisoner here, I hadn’t had to be this careful with how I moved around. Much has changed since the first time I walked into this ancient and foreboding fortress.

I look around to check if the coast is clear. There have been guards stationed at my door for my protection, but I have spent days learning their blind spots. There is a guard change that gave...