Celine
Dolton is nowhere to be found, and I can feel the weight of his absence pressing down on me. Spotting a maid carrying a tray, I step closer to her.
“Can you tell me where Dolton is, please?”
“I believe he was in the cells the last time I saw him.”
With that, she walks away, her footsteps echoing down the corridor.
The cells. With a sigh, I make my way down the air growing colder and damper as I descend. The dim lighting casts long shadows, and the scent of iron lingers in the air.
“Dolton?” I call out, my voice hesitant as I step further into the room.
A voice answers, but it’s not his. “Celine?” Turning quickly, I see Alex rise from a worn cot and approach the bars of his cell. His face is gaunt, but his eyes light up when they meet mine. “You look... amazing,” he says, of
