It had been 8 years since Danita had seen the sun. Now, just a short distance away she could walk through the grates of her prison a free woman. The Spanish-iron gates that were leading out to the stone hedge wall dared her to go beyond them, and yet, she just stood there looking out. She was frozen with the mistrust and fear that had been beaten into her over the years. Would the world remember her, what she was or what she had become?
She remembered very clearly what led her to the Oubliette where she was imprisoned all these years. The magistrates told her they took pity on her and therefore instead of death her sentence was to be closed off to all. She remembered her father and mother crying. As she stood before the magistrate’s plain faced without any emotion, she prayed that their oath to God would supersede the queen’s order but it had not. She was definitely not prepared for such isolation and after a few months of imprisonment she began to beg the angel of death to visit. But not even he did.
She had followed orders given to her by the queen’s niece Joanna. She was Joanna’s lady in waiting and she did as she was told. Queen Isabella was a harsh queen, although her people didn’t quite know the lengths in which she took to maintain her crown. But, she did. She had killed to help Lady Joanna but later found out that it was all in vain. Queen Isabella still reigned and she was forever a traitor to the throne.The guard shoved her forward, “what are you waiting for wench? Do you want one last beating or maybe one last sticking” The bile rose up from her empty stomach. Broken she stumbled through the gate into the sun.