"Oh come on!" the royals let out when they finally realized what this was. They had literally used all their brain cells worrying and cursing and throwing hands, and frankly, they expected more than this.
The whole of Alexei was worried sick about them, and for what? It was like the dungeon had been a map where the good got out while the bad, they never got to see the sun or even feel the warmth of the sun hitting their skins.
Mikhail facepalmed as he slid down the wall and sat on the cold floor in the hallway. He should have expected this, especially with Hera's adamance. He was the one person who could have easily known whether his sister was truly hurt or not, after all, they shared a sibling bond that acted like a transmitter.
