Mason's POV
I leave Jasmine resting in our room, my mind racing with worry. I need to deal with Jason before things get worse. The stone steps feel cold under my feet as I descend into the dungeon. The air grows damp and chilly, smelling of mold and fear.
Lucas is waiting for me outside the cell block, his face grim. "He's inside, Your Highness. Last cell on the right."
I nod, steeling myself. "Good. Let's go."
We walk down the narrow corridor, our footsteps echoing off the stone walls. Even before we reach the cell, I can hear someone sobbing. The sound grows louder as we approach.
Jason is huddled in the corner of the cell, his clothes dirty and torn. When he hears us, he looks up, his face streaked with tears. "Please," he begs, scrambling to his feet. "I didn't do anything wrong.
