Yasmyn's POV
The cell did not feel like a place meant for a prince.
It felt too small for the man who once walked the palace like it already belonged to him.
The lights along the stone walls were low, their light uneven, flickering shadows across Adi’s face as he sat on the small chair. His hands were bound with silver ropes but he looks like that doesn't affect him in any way.
Faint silver threads coiled around his wrists, pulsing just enough to remind him that even now, he was being watched.
But in that moment, it felt like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us.
Just a sister and her brother.
I stood a few steps away from him, unsure if I wanted to move closer or turn around and walk out before I heard what I had come here for.
He looked up when I entered.
Just… w
