Chapitre 69: Cold, Dark, and Empty

Atticus nodded, and their party of four made the way to the dungeons. Atticus offered his arm out for support, and he was disappointed that Daphne did not take it. But at least she had also not smacked it away. 

Small mercies.

Jonah turned over to Atticus and whispered under his breath. "Are you planning on ever letting him out?"

The king offered him a death glare. "And what? Would you like to take his place in the dungeons instead?" 

That immediately shut Jonah up. 

They arrived at the dungeons with much effort. Again, Daphne was greeted by the smell of mold and the sewers, the dampness in the walls causing the air to grow musty. She was used to it, for the most part, but there was a strange coppery scent mixed in this time.