Delilah slowly opened her eyes and groaned from the pain. She saw the bars of the dungeon and tried remembering what had happened to get her into this situation. Unfortunately, it wouldn't be the first time she found herself on the wrong side of a cell. Most of the time, she had too much pixie dust and caused a ruckus or was improperly dressed somewhere.
The soft glow from the torches meagerly illuminated the area enough for her to see cots lining the back wall, making Delilah wonder why she was on the floor. The moment she sat up, she felt a pain across her forehead. She gingerly touched the spot that hurt the most and could feel a knot forming. She felt around to make sure that there weren't any other injuries.
"Don't touch it," a soft voice said, making her jump and look for the sourc
