At the far corner of a stinking hole, Dominica sat withering away. She dozed for the umpteenth times.
It's been three weeks since King Deryk sentenced her here, deep under the hollows of the castle to rot away.
Her once beautifully curly dark hair has grown a little more ash-like in color and her ankles and wrists binded tightly in silver chains.
"Urgghhh" with jagged lips, Dominica hissed in deep frustration as she bumped her head hard on the wall again. This time, she jerked herself up and manage to grab the door with her hands.
"Hey you useless and good-for-nothing guard, get me out of here or bring me the king now" she shook the giant iron door with all her strength and might, her veins popping up all over her body and face.
She shook so hard that even the guard who is approaching
