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Just this thought alone brings me a headache. “Start transferring the prisoners that are facing the smallest of minor charges to their respectful prisons as well as those who are to be relocated to the outer Provinces.” Tucking the sheets of paper he gave me into a file folder, I place it into a drawer of my desk before taking out another one. This one labelled Lady Pricilla’s Prison for Troubled Women. A few days ago I had sent Alice dressed as a wealthy Lady looking to sponsor the prison with Alec and Adam, the latter happy to be on a recon mission while Ellisia had a few days off, to learn information of the prison. I also sent two of the Shadow Guards with

But of course, I nodded absent-mindedly, thinking of a question to ask next, before the opportunity passes. "There were other prisoners in the yard. I heard their grunts. Won't they work too?" I asked, almost envying the non-working inhabitants of the prison yard. "They are dangerous, so, they can't be let out." He replied, turning at a point, a curvature leading to another straight grassy path. "Dangerous?" I muttered to myself, unconsciously. "Yes, dangerous. Very deadly. They committed grave crimes against the pack. Some are rogues. Some are vampires. There's a witch there too." He answered, startling me. I had forgotten that his wolf hearing was too keen and sharpened.

His care and tenderness makes me want him more. “I really need to take a shower.” Trey shifts me off his lap and stands. “Could join you.” I wink, he chuckles but shakes his head. “Wouldn’t be able to control myself, and… you need to be pure for…” his voice cracks. I turn from him, I don’t want him to say it. I don’t want to think about it. I don’t want him to think about it. We stay up talking that night. We talk as if I’m not a prisoner and we’re home, under the protection of my father. We tell each other what’s happened over the last 5 years, we talk of the future we had hoped for, what our dreams had been.

Tritan's brows furrow in concern as he seeks clarification. Tritan addresses the prison official, his signs clear and deliberate. "Excuse me, sir. We've come to meet Joe and Bryan, but we were not aware of this restriction. Can you please explain the reason behind it?" The prison official, a stern and authoritative figure, responds with equal clarity, his signs accompanied by a firm expression. "According to the prison regulations, legal representation is necessary for any document signing within the prison premises. It ensures the prisoners' rights are protected, and the process remains fair and impartial."

Each cell boasted modern furnishings, clean linens, and personal bathrooms, attempting to maintain a semblance of normalcy within the confines of incarceration. The prisoners, although confined, were not treated as slaves. The prison management recognized the importance of upholding human rights, even for those who had committed serious crimes. The prisoners were granted access to recreational areas, communal spaces, and facilities such as libraries and gyms. While they may have been confined, their basic needs were met.