The night was a very gloomy one after the queen's death. The castle was silent, and her maids mourned her death.
I was unbothered in my chambers, Father taught me better.
The weather changed, and a heavy breeze stirred the earth. Raindrops poured down, and the weather became cold gradually, and I wondered how Alistair must be feeling. He must be cold and lonesome in his cell. I had to check up on him even if we were not on good terms.
I took a thick cloak and wore it carefully.
I covered the food my maids had brought to me and took it with me as I strolled down to the dungeon, avoiding my escorts, but they caught up with me and followed me. Well, I did not mean to disturb them, that's just the rules. The Alpha's escort must never leave his side whenever he's going out.
We got to the dungeon and the guardsmen bowed then made way for us.
My escorts held up a bright lantern as we entered.
