Fiona hadn't stepped out of her room in days, and neither was she eating, but regardless, the servants kept on bringing more dishes to her.
Almost like they would somehow be enough to entice her to take a spoon.
Most importantly, Fervor only allowed a few specific servants to attend while the others were kept at an arm's length.
Fiona, on the other hand, sometimes didn't even lie on the bed and chose to lie on the floor, staring at the windows of the room, which had been heavily locked and boarded.
Enough that even with her strength, she wouldn't be able to pry the locks open before the guards instantly came bursting right in.
Her eyes were shut closed as she lifelessly lay on the ground, staring at the white ceiling.
Everything sharp, including the plates and cutlery brought to her, were made of the softest material, especially after the failed attempt she had made on her own life.
