Damaris and Pallas were put to a different cell. They were heavily guarded outside like they were criminals. Pallas kept sobbing on his cell, holding the necklace on his hand. Now that their affair is out, there's no other way to escape the wrath of gods.
"My sweet, don't cry, please," Damaris said on the other cell. The guards laughed at them. They were fools to commit such acts of breaking the law. It was forbidden love between men, one thing that gods hate the most.
"Pallas, do you hear me? Everything will be alright," he said. Pallas nodded in his cell even though Damaris couldn't see him.
"Fools, you are good as dead. No one escapes the wrath of the high gods." One of the guards outside said and scratched his chin. Damaris slammed his fist into the walls. Days had passed and no on
