Eiravyne couldn't remember how much time had passed since they brought her there.
The dungeon was cold. Filthy. Suffocating.
Time didn't move the same way inside it.
Ilkar hadn't spoken to her.
Not a single word.
He had only looked at her once, those golden eyes, sharp and merciless, and in that single glance, she had understood everything.
Something far worse was yet to come.
Then, without a word, he had turned to Roland.
A simple gesture to take her out of his sight.
At first, Eiravyne thought… hoped… he was sending her back to her old room.
But he didn't. The moment the guards took her arms, she understood. This was different from all the times he had punished her.
"No..wait.." she had tried, her voice breaking, but no one listened.
Behind her, Theodore's voice shattered the silence.
"Eiravyne! No..don't take her! Stop!"
His screams echoed through the space.
