Steps Toward the Prison
A brief tension ran through the soldier's body, caught off guard by the order. Then came the gulp - his Adam's apple rising sharply. Beads of moisture gathered near his forehead, sudden and quiet.
"Y-yes, your majesty," came out shaky but he pushed on anyway. Follow me now - he gestured ahead without waiting. His words held tight, trying hard not to tremble
Leon nodded once.
They walked.
A shift came over the room right away.
Stone took over where marble had been. With every footfall now came a muffled sound, flat and empty, swallowed fast. Cold settled in, thick and wet, sticking to arms, making each breath feel deeper than before. Light faded back, shadows leaning forward as wall torches trembled - small flames gasping under pressure.
