Inside of a decently sized cell, All Briana had were four walls and her own mind slowly tearing her apart. All that popped in her head were memories she took for granted.
When her father took her and her mother to a play when she was five. When she got lost hunting and her dad spent hours trying to find her, eventually finding her with a sprained ankle near a lake. Never had she went hunting alone after that.
Pushups were the main thing she was doing. The main thing she wanted to focus on was moving her body as she fought back tears.
'How could I have let this happen?' Deep down she felt at fault, after all even though he father had control, as a young ruler she had to step up to the plate and when it was her time to vanquish the enemy she fumbled and failed.
Bottom line, end of story. she had spent the early part of the mourning thinking about everything, almost wallowing in self pity.
