Renault was thrown into a cell in the basement of the castle. It was a dungeon, but not in the traditional sense, it wasn’t dingy or dirty, the cells were well kept and nicely furnished, there was even lit lanterns on the wall to illuminate the cell, though Renault assumed that was to make the corners of the cell more visible so the prisoners wouldn’t try anything drastic inside.
He was pleased they were treating Constance a bit better, they likely put her in one of the rooms upstairs, under guard of course, but a place more befitting of her social rank. It was likely his military rank that had them keep him inside the castle opposed to the stockade outside in army encampment.
It felt like an eternity inside the room, but he knew it couldn’t have been more than a few hours. He passed his
