The trip down through the bowels of the castle didn’t provide me with the words I was searching for, if anything it scrambled my mind further.
Elias spirited me through the hallways and stairwells like a ghost, unnoticed by the servants or courtiers we came across. We were an anomaly against the picturesque background of the palace and gone within a split second.
‘Come, this way Aeryn’ Elias ushered me through the final archway, the wooden door studded with iron bolts, heavy and in-penetrable. Cold air hits me, the stone unyielding as we make our way down the staircase and into the dungeons.
‘You have twenty minutes before the guards come back’ Elias explains, leaving me with an iron key pressed into my palm, ‘you’ll find him three cells down, up the small staircase then three floors
