Namiko’s POV
The cell was cold. Not just the kind of cold that settled into your skin, but the kind that buried itself in your bones and made you forget what warmth ever felt like.
I sat curled on the stone slab that passed for a bed, tracing circles into the grime with my fingertip, trying to think. Trying to breathe. Days had passed, how many, I didn’t knowhow long it has been since I was thrown into this dungeon for a crime I didn’t commit.
I hadn’t seen a map.
I’d never touched a locket.
But truth, as it already seemed, held no weight here. Not when the court already saw me as the poison to be removed itself.
And Caspian, Caspian hadn’t even come to check on me. Not even once.
I told myself I didn’t care. That his absence was a blessing. That I didn’t want to look into the eyes
