Trigger Warning: This chapter contains and depicts graphic scenes of r**e and abuse/assault. There is also mentions of suicidality. Reader's discretion is advised.
Trisha POV
Over the next few days, I’m not sure how many exactly, I never saw the King again. However, Zormel and Renira were another story. They repeatedly brought strangers with thick green cloaks into my cell, as well as a man I came to realize was a lycan, by the name of Roarx. He was assigned to feed and clothe me.
I made it a point to memorize their faces, in case it was needed in the future. I trusted Gavin would come for me. I just hoped it was soon. Anyway, I was fed twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. The portions were meager at best and the food tasted like dirt and looked like slop. And the wate
