The prison was silent except for the faint drip of water echoing through the corridors.
Rhynera sat on the cold ground, her hands folded over her knees, her thoughts tangled in frustration and fear.
Mia stayed close beside her, silent but trembling with anger. Neither spoke at first. There was nothing left to say.
Rhynera had been in this dungeon for days, despite being the crown princess, all because of her sister she was locked away like a criminal, treated as if she carried no title.
She leaned her head back against the wall and shut her eyes. How did everything collapse so quickly? She had spent every day thinking of ways to escape, ways to regain control of a life that was slipping from her fingers. But nothing worked. Every plan she rehearsed in her mind cracked under the weight of reality.
