Sylvia's POV:

On the way back, I was nervous and shaking all over. The proud prince didn't say anything to me. He just kept his lips pursed and kicked the door to his room open, leading me to the bed.

I looked vigilantly at him and then turned away quickly, realizing he made me feel uneasy. He was difficult to read. I couldn't quite figure out why he was doing this.

"Go and fetch a set of women's clothes and some food as well." Rufus commanded the servant.

"I'm not hungry!" I blurted out. I didn't want to cause a fuss. Besides, there was also an old saying that prisoners would be fed well only when they were on death row.

"No, but I am," Rufus replied without even looking at me. He walked over to the couch and sat down.