(Slovenia Kingdom)
Lucy sat on the cold floor chained to the wall. Her once neat black hair now hung limp and tangled, falling in messy strands around her pale, bruised face.
The fabric of her once-elegant noble gown, now torn at the back, was soiled from two nights on the stone floor.
Her wrists were bound in thick iron cuffs, chained to the wall just above her head.
"Speak, Lady Lucy. His Majesty demands truth. Where is Lady Moira?"
"I told you parasites already," Lucy snapped, her voice hoarse but filled with forced authority. "I know nothing."
"It's better you speak, Lady Lucy, so as not to see the wrath of the king, and I promise you're going to regret it. Where is Lady Moira? Tell us now."
"Are you deaf or what? I said I don't know anything about it. And , how dare you talk t
