Marceline sat on the bed in her secluded room, her posture looked proud and refined even though she had been left in this horrendous place for two days. Her face was rigid, and she refused to eat or drink the food offered.
She couldn't believe her entire family had decided to let her spend the rest of her years in the House of Purgatory. Anger bubbled and coursed in the vampiress's veins, but the longer time passed, the more she came to realise that her words fell on deaf ears. But her stubbornness increased the hunger she now felt and she bitterly waited for the guard to come in front of her room and bring her food.
When she heard footsteps approaching towards the room, her eyebrows drew, and a hint of relief passed her expression when she noticed it was the guard, carrying a tray of food and a glass of blood.
"Where are you going? Serving the food to the room next to mine when you haven't served me?"
