"Wh..what? Dungeon…?"
I looked at her with wide, fearful eyes. Did she just say I should be thrown in the dungeon? I know for a fact a dungeon is nothing like a prison. If I'm correct, it's much darker, much lonelier, and much deeper—like a cave.
That's where she wants to throw me?
"I… my lady… I…"
Tyra crossed her arms over her chest, her face lit with a wide smile that said everything. Is she doing this out of spite? Does she really think she owns the King?
"My lady… you are mistaken. I am no witch. I am really not from here."
"Leon, take her to the dungeon this instant," she commanded, pointing to the guards. "You cannot trust what these lowly servants are capable of."
The guard named Leon, a burly man, marched toward me. Every step he took made me shudder in fear. Not only have I failed to go back, but I am now being thrown into a dungeon. When will fate ever be kind?
