FAYE
The damp chill of the dungeon seeped into my skin the longer I sat there, the rough stone pressing into my back like it wanted to remind me where I was. My hands trembled, not from fear...at least, that’s what I told myself...but from the cold.
The silence was worse than the cold though. It was thick, suffocating, broken only by the occasional drip of water echoing from somewhere deep within the walls.
I pressed my knees to my chest and tried to steady my breathing. It still felt unreal...one moment I had been sitting through a council meeting, irritated and bored as always, and the next, I was being dragged out like some criminal. A traitor.
The elders had spat the word at me like it explained everything, like it justified the humiliation of being seized without even a chance
