Aria.
The moment the door slammed behind me, I braced myself for the worst. Cold damp air clung to my skin as the guards pushed me forward roughly. My wrist ached from the metal cuff that burned through my skin.
I was in the dungeons. A filthy and dark hole where they left my people to rot the rest of their days away.
As they led me deeper, I noticed something was wrong. The air was stale but not rancid and there weren’t any painful screams or rattling chains. The walls were carved in stone and it felt cold as we passed through the narrow dimly lit hallway.
And then the guard stopped in front of a heavy iron door as they yanked my hand and removed the cuffs before pulling the heavy door open and pushing me inside what seemed to be an underground chamber.
“Enjoy your stay. We’ll be bac
