Jon had slept for hours in the silent darkness of the dungeon. It had been cold like he expected but seeing as he was given a warm blanket and a nice bed in his cell, he had a feeling Elle wasn’t going to let him experience any of the actual treatment reserved for dangerous criminals. He slept all through the night after he had been arrested in the one of the Queen’s chambers. The guard who had brought him hot breakfast this morning had told him plainly how lucky he was to still have a head and he knew it was beyond mere luck. He had snuck into the palace, he had snuck into the Queen’s bed chambers, he had a weapon on him the entire time and he was a commoner. He was only alive because Elle knew him and he knew that. He had managed to arrange his thoughts logically and sequentially using a
