Becoming Sophia (89)
“Marina! Marina wake up!” someone’s voice roused me from my almost-sleep.
“Hmm?” I looked about, surprised to see a brightly burning candle flame nearby. I crawled towards it on my hands and knees.
“Marina, are you all right?” the voice asked and I realized it was the prince.
“Yes,” I lied in a curt tone. “Why are you here?”
“Marina, I’m sorry, there were too many people against you—what was I to believe?”
“YOU SHOULD HAVE BELIEVED ME!” I cried.
“Shhh! You’re right, I’m sorry!” Andrien said, “but I’m here now!”
“Who told you the truth?” I demanded. Elsebeth’s face appeared by the bars to my cell, her expression one of worry in the dim light. “You!” I gasped.
“I’m so sorry, Marina, but there was nothing I could do!”
“You could have done everything! You could have told the truth! You could have stood up for me, but I shouldn’t have expected you to—you’ve never done anything to help me before!” I replied bitterly.
“I’m sorry, Marina,” she repeated.
“Like it makes a difference now,” I spat.