CASSANDRA
I’d never been down to the palace dungeon before, and as we descended the staircase, a putrid odor reached my nose and I shivered from the cold. Back when my father had been imprisoned in this very same dungeon, I hadn’t even had an opportunity to visit because he’d made me swear not to. My father had encouraged me to stay away, thinking I might be incriminated if I went to visit him.
At the time, it seemed like sound logic, but it was one of my biggest regrets. I hadn’t gotten to say goodbye or tell him I loved him, and now… it was too late.
My heart pounded against my chest as we walked through the corridors, and when we arrived at the cells and I saw the man behind the iron bars, my temples pulsed. It would be a lite to say I wasn’t afraid. Facing the man who had nearly tak
