Valerie pov.
Wollowing in my weakness, I still feel the incessant chill. Ash has come and gone, checking in and seeing that I still havent eaten. By now I'm starving, but I refuse to eat or drink. Making my point that I'd rather die than let them use me against my father. I feel as if I could just evaporate away. Starving. Dehydrated and absolutly freezing. I hoped dearly that I will either be set free, rescued or killed before they used me against King Oberon. I wouldn't betray my Court and I wouldn't betray my King. If that took my life, so be it.