Consciousness returned to Lilian, suddenly and swiftly, as if she had been stirred awake. As she woke up, a painful sensation from the back of her neck flared up, reminder her quickly of what had happened to her. Her panic began to rise as the events within the throne room flooded back, but she winced in pain before she could fully gather her thoughts.
Her soul felt like it was on fire, on the verge of collapse. It was as if her soul had been branded by a flaming hot metal prong, filling her mind with constant pain. She grimaced against the pain, and opened her eyes to take in her surroundings.
A dark and dank cell came into view; appearing like a prisoner's cell. Dark-stone walls surrounded her in all directions except for in front, where there was a gate made of unknown metal.
Clank!
