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Christabel’s POVShe nodded once. “She was injured. He gave strict orders.” Something didn’t sit right in my gut. My instincts twisted, pulling me in a direction I didn’t like. Without thinking, I said, “I’ll come with you.”Marilyn hesitated for a second, but nodded and led the way. The stone beneath our feet turned damp and cold as we went deeper into the dungeon halls. Torches lined the walls, flickering and casting shadows that danced like ghosts. When we reached the end of the hall, the guards stepped aside and pulled the iron gate open. Marilyn entered first with the maid trailing close behind, both moving carefully toward the figure lying on the floor.She looked broken. That was my first thought. The girl lay curled on her side, blonde hair tangled and messy across her pale face. She didn’t move until the priestess gently touched her arm and whispered something I couldn’t hear. She stirred, eyes fluttering open, and for a second, I saw something wild in her. Something proud…