I woke up to the sound of screams. I started to look around my surroundings before I realised I was in chains. These chains were holding me upright. I had a pair on my ankles. I had a pair on my wrists, that were attached to the sealing, keeping me up off the ground, and there was one around my throat. Why that one was there, I have no idea, but based on my surroundings; cobblestone walls, chains, bucket in the corner that reeks, and bars in front of me, I would say that I am currently in the dungeons of the Amethyst Castle. How long was I out for?

This could go any of three ways. I will go to court and have my trial. I will either get sentenced to slavery in the castle, they will send me to the Adheskanian prison or, they will give me the death penalty. For my sake, I hope it is the first one.

I lose my train of thought as I hear footsteps, and then my cell door opening. I look up to see a a tall, brunette man with a large scar all the way from his brow to the middle of his cheek. I’ve seen him before. When I was patrolling the area while formulating my plan. That is George Rolland. The captain of the guard. I think as I glance at the sword on his side. He walked in with a tray of food in his hands. The tray consisted of stale bread, and half a tin of water.

“How am I supposed to eat this when I can’t move my arms?” I spat at him. He wiped his face with his hand and then set the food on the ground. He walked to a spot somewhere where I couldn’t see him. Then my chains started to loosen and I lowered to the ground. I sat there, unmoving, glaring at his pretty face.

“I suggest you eat that before I lift your chains again” he said with a cool, smooth voice.

“Was the neck color really necessary?” I asked him nonchalantly.

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“How else are we supposed to have our fun?” He asked with a ridiculous smirk on his face. It was all I could do, not to gag. Don't show your fear, don’t show your fear. I silently told myself. I smiled at him. Don’t show your fear.

I slowly made my way over to the tray and sniffed at it slightly. Turns out all those poison scouting lessons came in handy after all. I thought to myself as I deemed the bread safe to eat, and the water safe to drink. I gobbled down the good bits of the bread, and I skulled the water. “How long have I been out for?” I asked him.

“You’ve been unconscious for two weeks. Your trial is in three days.” He explained halfheartedly.

I nodded at him slowly as he lifted me back up.

“So you’re the infamous Evonny Maher. Interesting. You’re just a little girl. Tell me, Evonny, how did you murder all those Men and Women? Did you enjoy it? Was it merciless?” He asked with a smug look on his face.

I spat at his feet and that earned me a punch in my face and torso. I grunted as I felt my bones crack. The four sounds like sirens in my ears. Four cracks. That’s four bones. That means he broke my nose and three of my ribs. That son of a-

My thoughts were interupted as he punched me again. This time in the jaw. Another crack. When I didn’t flinch, or scream, he spat at me, giving me a dirty look, and walked out. Locking the cell door behind him.

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The next three days went on forever. With no ability to tell when day turns to night, three days felt like a week before my trial day finally came.

The captain of the guard returned to my cell and lowered my chains and removed all of my restraints. Holding my wrists behind my back so firmly it hurt, he didn’t even let me wash before he dragged me to my trial. Fingers crossed this goes as planned. A lot can go wrong here.

We enter the court room and everyone is sitting. George dragged me to a table and chair on the left hand side of the room and shoved me in the chair. He then proceeds to stand guard at the pillar next to me. All I had to do now was wait.