Emily assumed wrong. Guards kicked him several times and beat him with their clubs. Failing to elicit a reaction, they hauled him deeper into her cell. She remained as immobile as possible. Maybe, if she didn’t even blink, they’d forget her existence. Shoulder-hoisting their captive, they slammed him against the rocky wall. Emily winced, her own back heavily bruised from the same treatment four days earlier. Had it been four days? He grunted, the first sound Emily heard emitted from him. Keeping him propped up, two Lumynaries stretched his arms out on either side, tethering his wrists to the wall. They stood back, laughing when he sagged. Despondent, the only thing alive about him seemed to be his moon-bright hair. Hissing erupted above; hissing sounding much like what had delivered her to this horrific nightmare. The door opened wider. A shadow spilled across the threshold. The priestess. Breathtaking. White hair billowed, its length spilling to her waist and pulled off her face by way of a macabre crown of silver thorns.
