"Father."
Carter's voice was harsh, dripping with a roughness that I hadn't heard before. He landed at the bottom of the stairwell, with me following, with a lantern in his hand. My eyes fled to the lone candle on the far wall, the familiar cell seeming to close in on me. Two guards had led us to the dungeon. Lucy had been granted the invitation to join us, but she had declined almost instantly. I did not blame her for wanting to stay away from her cell.
"King," Carter's father responded with a sarcastic tone, his large body leaned against the metal bars.
My husband cleared his throat and lifted his chin, "I have been informed that you have requested the death penalty."
"Hell cannot be worse than the inside of this cell."
For once I agreed with the King. Even in my short time spent in
