Elizabeth’s POV.
While I sat on the cold stone floor with my back pressed against the rough iron bars of the dungeon cell, all I could think of was my friend.
I wished I could spend the night with her again.
It felt familiar and ‘homely’ when I was with her. I was incredibly relaxed because of her.
I wished I could at least hug her but the metal was unyielding.
It had to be there, poking at my back, constantly reminding me of the barrier between me and my bestie, Rose.
Rose on the other hand, sat in the same position on the other side, her face partially obscured by the shadows cast by the dim, flickering lightbulbs.
We had been sitting together in silence like this for more than an hour or so.
Since I had exchanged pleasantries and told her all that had happened.
It was supposed
