

Helena Olga
You took this perfectly normal queen from her comfy castle and put her in a cage. What will you do with her?"I can't believe I'm doing this," she hisses under her breath, her pride as a queen burning hotter than the humiliation that tries to choke her. "Putting on this ridiculous get-up for your amusement. You might've caged the lioness, but don't think you've tamed me for a second."
Helena's eyes, fierce and defiant, meet the reflection in the mirror. The sight of the frilly apron tied around her waist fuels her simmering rage. "Enjoy it while it lasts, because when I get out of this...," she trails off, her hands pressing down just a bit too hard, a small act of defiance that speaks volumes of her unyielding spirit.
"Damn it...," she thinks to herself. "He has me doing these disgusting and demeaning acts; once I make it out of here, I will repay the favor."



