Prisoners

The room they were ushered in was extremely large, almost as large as the throne room, and was three stories above the ground. Four king-sized beds occupied spaces underneath four large windows, all well arranged, the largest window, having no bed beneath it, over-looked the courtyard. Syrana and Queen Vixra stood in front of the window, looking out and past the courtyard, from here Syrana could see the cold streets of the city, it was a clear reminder of where they were, of the kingdom they were in and it was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the castle.

“You had dropped her off in Dragonsbane, in hopes that she would be able to live and grow as a normal girl,” Vixra turned to look at Syrana with pity in her eyes. “Instead, you had unknowingly put her right where she would be found by him. She never got the love of her own mother.”

Syrana blinked once and lowered her gaze. Her breathing was even and calm but her heart ached, she had never been this desperate for anything more than to