Natalia’s POV
I didn't know how long I'd been locked in that room. Hours? Days? There were no windows, no sunlight, no way to tell if it was morning or night, so I had no way to truly tell.
All I knew was that my daughter was getting hungrier. She cried more frequently now, her little face scrunched up and red. I tried to nurse her, but I wasn't producing enough milk. My body was too weak at this point.
I needed to get out of here, and soon.
I paced the room, bouncing my baby gently as I searched for anything I could use. The wardrobe was still full of useless dresses that belonged to other women who were probably long dead by now. The fireplace didn’t even have a poker. It was as if the King had deliberately removed anything I could use to fight back.
But then I spotted one thing he
