Chapter 442: Meeting Siora (2)

The demon guard looked at the prince and bowed. His hands shivering, he went around his table to take out a bunch of keys. A layer of thin ice had covered the table and the legs of his chair. As they walked inside, with the guard in front of them, the air they breathed clouded in front of them and ice crunched beneath their boots. 

The guard reached the last cell in the dungeon, which was the only cell occupied. The iron bars of the prison were sizzling with magic to contain the inmate. Rolfe took a step closer to stand in front of the bars and all he found was hoarfrost covering most of the place other than the bars. 

His beautiful mother was sitting on hay, her dress soiled and her black hair matted. She was staring at them with her intense green eyes just like her son's, but Rolfe could make out that her once fair skin was pale. And he had to cover his nose for all the stench emanating from there.