About two hours passed, or maybe longer?
Lights were lit in the corridor, and the guards brought in a huge wooden barrel of wine and filled it with hot water. They didn't speak to Roy, just dropped off a basket of items and left.
Roy went over and rummaged through it; the basket contained ointments, private clothing for changing, and a dry towel.
The meaning was clear: She had to bathe and change clothes here.
Roy looked out beyond the iron bars. The dim light only illuminated a small space; she couldn't even see if there were other cells opposite her, or if other prisoners were hidden in the dark, silently watching.
Clink, clink, clink.
It was the sound of a sword sheath clashing with metallic objects.
Theodore slowly appeared, one hand resting on his waist where his sword hung. He was dressed formally, in a deep red embroidered gold robe, black leather boots, with dark hair swept back, revealing a smooth and handsome forehead.
