Chapter142:

Kit lay on top of the blankets on the still-made little cot, fully dressed, with her shoes on, staring at the ceiling. She had no way of knowing what time it was, and with no clock or any other means of figuring it out on her own, she had to rely on shift changes to give her any semblance of the hour until the sun rose and meals might start again, not that those were regular. Shift changes seemed to be every six hours, though. So she knew it was sometime between midnight and six in the morning. The sun should start to rise before the next guard came on duty. Then, perhaps someone would bring her food an hour or so after that, not that she had an appetite. The guard who’d brought her dinner came back to get her untouched plate a few hours later. The Prison Guards were more sympathetic than the members of the Queen’s Guard ever were, though there wasn’t much of a difference between the two. None of them seemed to care much that she was being held here against her will, “for her own good.