Lovena's POV:

It’s been seven days since they dragged me down here like some street rat and threw me into this filthy dungeon.

Seven miserable days.

No warm baths, no perfumes, no gowns, no silks, no oils. Nothing but dirt, spiderwebs, and my own fury to keep me company.

My nails are chipped. My hair, my beautiful, platinum hair is tangled beyond saving. I’m dressed like a criminal in this itchy prisoner’s cloth, and there’s mold on the wall. Eww mold.

I hugged my knees, rocking slightly. If I don’t get out of here soon, I might actually lose my mind.

No… no, I won’t. I won’t let this break...