Adriel POV
“Are you planning to leave me to rot in this hole forever, or is this just your new way of welcoming guests?”
My voice echoed flatly against the damp stone walls. For three days, the dungeon guards of the Blaze Kingdom had treated me like a ghost. I had flashed my royal aura. I had threatened them. I had offered bribes. They stared straight through me, silent as statues, acting as if the Prince of the Knight Kingdom did not exist.
A heavy iron door groaned open at the top of the stairwell.
Fast, sharp footsteps slapped against the stone, descending into the corridor. The pace was too deliberate for a low-level guard. I stood up from the wooden bench, shaking out my damp cuffs, and stepped toward the rusted bars.
“Having fun in here, Adriel?”
The familiar voice drifted into
