"I-Isabella." She stuttered as she got surprised by her appearance. Irene thought that everyone except the guards were not allowed to enter the forbidden and poorly managed underground prison.
However, that's what Irene knows. The forbidden prison that remains buried from the time it was constructed, restricts anyone, except the guards who keep an eye on the prisoners.
But *cough, people can get bored of doing the same thing repeatedly, so sometimes they don't do their jobs seriously and play cards, gamble, whatever you name it yet they don't do illegal things.
Where were we? Ahem!
As I said, the beings who can enter the prison are guards and the two rulers; monarch and his wife.
"I came here to tell you something but it seems you already know about it." Isabella stared on Irene's body with dull eyes.
"The marriage between you and His Majesty, I heard it from the guards," Irene glanced at the peeking 'cats'.
Following Irene's gaze, Isabella saw the curious little kittens. Probably because of the quote "curiousity kills the cat".
"Leave," her murderous aura leaked as she made a furious expression on her beautiful face. They quickly bowed and rushed to the exit.
...
"Calling your brother "His Majesty" is quite awkward." Isabella broke the silence.
Irene looked on the dusty, cold floor. She was reminded of the black marble floor from the altar. Suddenly, she felt a hint of pain in all parts of her body, after all, her wounds are still fresh.
Isabella noticed Irene was in a daze and called her name, "Irene."
In response, she looked at Isabella who had a calm and serious complexion. Under the facade was her worried face.
"Don't worry about me, My Lady. This lowly prisoner doesn't deserve your pity." She said with a bittersweet smile.
Isabella bit her lip, "if this is what you insist," she whispered under her breath. Her calm face turned into a dark expression.
Without doing anything further, Isabella left the room with no hesitation. She knew the meaning of Irene's answer. "I accept my circumstances, don't worry about me anymore."
Seeing Isabella leave, she squinted her eyes and looked down on her hands. Slowly, it got distorted into a sight of her hands, covered in blood. The distorted image was from a nightmare she had previously.
Tears fell from her eyes and dropped on her hands, she heard the cries of a baby. Irene made a smile and embraced the child.
In her hallucination, she is holding the baby but in reality, she is embracing nothing but air. The guards were slightly terrified by this sight and had their hairs stand up.
— ABADDON'S PALACE
Nicholas knelt in front, of hi@#&%!, of Abaddon. He looked on the broken stone-brick ground, his blood decorated it with a pattern.
Abaddon sat on his throne, leaning on his hand while staring at the boy on the ground. His wrists and neck wore huge metal chains, connected with smaller chain strands.
"My Lord, a decade passed, was that time enough for you to change your mind?" The 4th General asked while bowing his head.
"Changed my mind?" Abaddon stopped leaning on his palm and leaned on the back of his throne, "As far as my memory goes, I said that I will not give him a miserable life."
The general chuckled, "Then why is your servant holding a whip? Are you gonna show us how you do BDSM?"
"Tartarus, don't cross the line." The 2nd General interrupted him.
"Tch."