Lillian

There were even more guards guarding the cell my grandfather was locked in. They bowed when I reached the cell. I placed the food on the floor to pass it inside the cell through a gap left below the gates for that very purpose. 

“Grandfather.” I peeped into his dark cell. 

A guard was holding an antique lamp beside me, pointing it into the cell but it took my vision a while to get accustomed to the dim light.

“Grandfather,” I called again when I finally saw him. 

A clench immediately formed on my chest as the image of his bony wrinkled half-naked body settled on my vision. 

He...