ATARIAH POV
My throat itched from thirst. It seems the weather is a bit dry around here. I consumed more water than I would when I was back home. I could have called Damila to bring me some water, but I didn’t want to bother the poor girl. It is enough that she must support me in this doomed space. Not being able to sleep has me unsettled. It’s not like I have slept well since I arrived here. But tonight is more prominent because of that damned bodyguard of the king monster who had come unannounced a few days ago. Damila explained just how brutal he also is. I am unsurprised that anyone who stands to protect that king monster will have no emotion within them. The worry was that he might move my death sentence forward, seeing how I went toe to toe with him.
As if that wasn’t enough press
