The Lucky Prisoner... if there is such a thing

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide fixed him with a fiery stare, despite her tired eyes. "I will not. If I should stay down here in this hole, let me waste away in peace."

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Mikael cocked an eyebrow. "Suit yourself, my Lady." The sneer on her title rang through clearly. "If you'd like to starve to death, be my guest."

[echolight4eva]

Her eyes flashed angrily. "How dare you speak to me in this manner? Once I get out of here, I shall have your head!" She didn't know where the words came from, but he almost regretted them as soon as she said them. She feared only the consequences.

(I feel like they will be really sassy to each other xD)

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

Her word almost made Mikael break out in laughter. Almost. Except Mikael didn't laugh much, and the undercurrent of anger her words provoked displaced his amusement. Many had tried to have his head. All had failed. "Good luck, my Lady. On both accounts."

[echolight4eva]

She could hear the sarcasm in his voice and her hands balled up into fists despite the restraints. She didn't reply, though, and regarded him as something unpleasant on her shoe.

[Cʀʏsᴛᴀʟ]

The corner of Mikael's lips twitched, threatening a smile, but then he picked up the tray and turned away from her. He extinguished the flame and then the sound of his boots receded up the stairs.

[echolight4eva]

Adelaide's eyes flashed with almost fear as he extinguished the flame, but she held her tongue still. The next morning, or whatever time it was that she woke up, she stood as much as she could with her restraints and stretched for about an hour, a routine she had picked up to keep limber and fit while she wasted away down here.