When Blackheart wasn’t around, the guard was her ever faithful companion, and from what she could see, he didn’t even blink. He stared at her, as if he was afraid she’d suddenly disappear. Blackheart could say all he wanted about him not being a villain, but it was obvious that his men showed a healthy amount of fear—or respect—for him. They didn’t dare do anything to disobey him. As had become her habit, she went for a walk along the wall surrounding the castle. And she glared at Blackheart as he and his men practiced their skill with their swords, but like always, he refused to look in her direction. She stopped her leisure stroll and watched the men practice their sword fighting, another thing that had become her habit. She had to find someone to sympathize with her plight. But who? She scanned the courtyard below her. She didn’t think any of the men would sympathize with her. Well, they might feel sorry for her since she was imprisoned here, but they wouldn’t do anything to free her.
