Chloe’s p.o.v.
The next morning…
I was deep in sleep when the castle bell tolled, a sound so loud that it sent a violent tremor through the walls of my cell.
My eyes snapped open, and my heartbeat pounded in my ears as the deep, ominous rings continued, each toll carrying the weight of unknown urgency that sounded terribly wrong in the ear.
At the same time, I frowned, my forehead creasing in confusion, as everyone knows that the castle bell was never sounded unless the kingdom was under direct threat.
I tried to move, but the chains held firm. Panic clawed at my throat as I struggled harder, twisting and pulling, but the harder I fought, the deeper the enchanted metal bit into my wrists and ankles, burning like fire against my skin.
Suddenly, a sound tore through the air, a weird
