Lilian’s POV
This morning, I had difficult chores that I would have to deal with sooner or later. I received the information from the council and I should tell the news to Damon Graves and his son, Nicholas: Damon’s trial was coming on the horizon.
Although I was not a fortune teller, I could bet that Damon Graves would receive the news with indifference, and for what I have seen from the dungeon’s footages here and there, I knew that he would even try to make a joke or two about his fate. I did not have to watch the footage every day to know that he had the same routine: scratch the walls of his cell, eat, try to escape, clean himself up and try to escape once again.
I used my best magical objects to keep him from escape or use magic. One because his attack was synonymous with attackin
