CATHERINE
I was tossed unceremoniously and immediately into the dungeons. Sophie came to see me.
“My queen!” Her tone was shocked. Grave danger lingered on her face when she took in my grim, barely lit cell.
“Have you got any news for me?” I asked.
Her eyes welled up. “They are forcing the king’s hand. Goran was second-in-command. Why did you do that? I don’t understand!”
I touched her wrinkled face with my hand through the bars of my cell. “The less you know, the better.”
“My queen,” she cried. “There is talk of executing you. King Helmut is demanding it.”
I nodded. My heart beat like crazy. My daughter might not meet me, but at least I knew she would grow up inside Paegeia. She would have a home, have her father, know about dragons. It was enough to put a small smile on my face.
