The dank, dimly lit cell felt like a tomb, the air thick with the stench of misery and despair. Brielle huddled in the corner, her arms wrapped protectively around her swollen belly, shielding the precious life within from the harsh reality that surrounded her.

The echoing clang of metal against metal shattered the eerie silence as the cell door swung open. Brielle flinched, her heart pounding in her chest, as a familiar figure stepped into the hellish chamber.

"Well, well, if it isn't the fallen princess," Seraphine Kane sneered, her ruby lips twisting into a cruel smirk. "How the mighty have fallen."

Brielle's eyes narrowed, her gaze burning with defiance....