She belongs to the king

~Viola~

I woke up to the distant drip of water from somewhere deep within the room I was in, and it was dripping on my face. The air in here was thick and heavy with the scent of dampness and decay.

I wiped them off and looked around me, I remembered I was thrown in here, but I didn’t know where this place was, now with the gruesome walls that are made of rough-cut stone, and the floors that are damp and slippery, covered in a layer of moss and grime.

The only light comes from small, narrow slits in the ceiling, which barely allow any light to filter through.

The instruments of torture are cruel and barbaric, including whips, chains, and spiked devices to inflict maximum pain and suffering.

I was in his dungeon.

The King’s dungeon.

I don’t even know his name yet.

I curled further into the wall with my back pressed against it. My throat felt sore, my eyes were blurry and I was hungry and cold.

I wish he could let me out already.

I promised not to go against him or talk back at hi