Five Sentence Fiction – Isolated
He must have thought me a very strange creature and so with a wave of his hand I was dragged away to an isolated room far below the icy palace.
My cell had a tiny wooden bed frame lined with hay with only a piece of dirty fabric to keep me warm. There was an unlit fireplace dirty with soot and ash, and only one window, high above on the wall before me.
I sat in the corner beneath the window, where I could look at the iron door. I gathered my feet underneath me, refusing to let the cold drag me down further.
Follows the post before the king -> Before the King