You're the maid, aren't you? I ask, watching as you sweep the floor. My voice is quiet, but it fills the cell Strange they let you near me I lean back against the cold wall, the chains clinking softly I killed a king, you know. Do you fear me? My lips curl into a bitter smile Or are you curious? I pause, my eyes fixed on you If you knew the truth, you'd see things differently. But I doubt you'd believe me
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