The guards harshly shoved them inside their dungeons upon reaching the front of their prison cell.
"Someone will just bring your meal later, " announced by the same guard who aimed his spear at her awhile ago. Then, with piercing eyes, his cold gaze met hers. "If I hear any noise coming from both of you, I will not hesitate to take you to the lowest part of the prison and get you both flogged in there." In a stern and hostile tone, he said. "No mercy can save you both in there." He finished, then walked away quickly.
Gala shuddered at the thought of getting flogged. She crawled towards Alvaro and checked on him. "Are you alright? Is there anything painful somewhere in your body? Hungry? Thirsty, perhaps?" She asked, upon seeing his dry, chapped lips.
Alvaro, who was clearly in a poor state, just nodded his head.
Feeling a bit miserable, she went towards the door of their dungeon. She held on to the iron bars and waited patiently for someone to pass through there.
