"Your Grace, for how long will you stay like this? You understand that you will be locked in here if you don't get a grip."
Ida was sitting on her calf, staring at Hugo on the other side of the metal bar. It had been two weeks since she started visiting Hugo in this prison. And every time, he would lash out at her. He barely made a conversation with her or replied to whatever she would say.
But she kept on going to him. Even if he hated her, accompanying him was enough to sustain his life.
Hugo raised his head, hands and feet bound by the shackles attached to the wall. His hair was blocking his vision, but he knew it was Ida again. Usually, he would be cursing the living hell out of her or just screaming. But he was tired after his continuous outburst.
"Why do you reject me so much?" she asked and the only reply she got was a mocking laugh. "I didn't do anything to be hated." Ida hung her head low, hands clutching her skirt.
