Prince Luke’s POV:
This anger inside me has not left my body ever since I was thrown in the dungeon by Lord Malcolm orders. I was angry for so many reasons but now there was nothing I could do about it.
My anger was rising by every passing minute and then there was this sadness inside my heart that nobody took a stand for me, not years ago and not now.
The cell I was thrown in was made of brick just like all the other ones adjacent and built in front of my cell. The metal bars door had a huge lock on it to keep me from running away. What they didn’t know was that I had nowhere to run to anymore.
I was kept in the dungeon whilst the guards would occasionally come down to check up on me. As the doorknob rattled, I had a feeling that somebody I didn’t want to meet was coming downstairs
