Aveloria felt something loosen in her chest. She felt the urge to move closer to the iron gate and order the guards to remove her restraints. But she did not. She stayed where she was rooted to the spot.
"I thought that would be the end. I thought I would be free. My father did not die." She gave a small, broken laugh.
"He sealed my tongue with magic. He had me confined in chains for months. He kept coming. He kept doing what he had always done. And each time I fell pregnant, he would wait. He would feel the child's energy growing inside me. And if he sensed it was a boy, he would use dark spells to kill it before it was born."
Aveloria's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't bring herself to utter a word.
"He wanted to be immortal. That was his goal. He had made a pact with a spirit called the Witch-Queen."
A knowing look registered on Aveloria's face.
