Elaria’s POV
I lost count of the days.
They bled into one another like smoke. . . indistinguishable, curling around the bones of my memory and choking me in silence. There was no light here. No sun, no moon, no rhythm to guide me. Only stone and shadow. And thirst.
They had succeeded into bringing me here, away from my family, away from Alaric. I know there is someone higher behind this. And the person is yet to show himself. . . Or herself.
The cell was small. Too small to stretch out fully, with only a frigid stone wall to lean against and a rusted basin in the corner where I curled to sleep. The only time I saw a glimpse of another person was when they slid a wooden bowl of murky water inside. Just enough to keep me alive. Never enough to satisfy me fully.
I stopped crying after th
