Chapter 37 -
The gates of the dungeons clanked shut as Ismena staggered in.
She whirled around, her sharp and desperate gaze falling on Egor.
"You cannot do this!" She said sharply, the smell of the dungeon rushing into her lungs with every breath she dragged in. Her hands trembled by her side, tears fogging her eyes. "Get me out of here at once!"
Even her order sounded too weak for her own ears.
"I am Queen!" Her voice quivered.
The dim golden light of the torches could not hide Wgor's sympathy. That made her even angrier.
She did not require sympathy. She needed him to open this gate! She needed him to open this gate! She needed that freedom so she could speak to Haron.
He was drunk right now.
He didn't know what he was doing.
He had made a decision while he was being to hasty.
It was her fault.
In a way, it was.
In many ways, it was.
If she had stopped her handmaidens from interfering with Stavan…
No!
That was on Stavan.
