8. Corina

I'm still the queen of this hellhole.

The past two weeks have been a tightrope walk. The Rogues appear to be telling the truth about being non-violent. There have been no beatings, no floggings conducted. I think they’re fools.

The Freeze arrived the same night they came and murdered my father.

I pretend not to care but the metal doors clanking shut for the last time always makes my heart sink. It is so…final. We are now entombed under tonnes of ice and snow. You know it has hit the severest depths when the wailing wind of the storms above falls silent.

Like a submarine, if shit goes down underneath the surface, there is absolutely no way out. Fire, starvation, flooding. Even if you got the bunker doors open you can’t get through the metres of ice.

So I say a few floggings, maybe a throat slitting of a few slaves is justifiable to keep peace. Especially since I have no fucking idea where my father kept the safe codes for the back end of the stint. Ronan is the only one alive wh