To make an entire place, building and barrier on the style she most liked as her cage is of a very terrible taste, almost as if choosing to feed a person their favorite food only for months on end until what once was good became so twisted and misused that only the terrible memories of it remained.
But I guess if this is the worst he has done to her then I could count myself lucky.
I take a deep breath so that the overflowing emotions don't overtake my senses, not now, not when I am so close.
As I ponder how to get in, and what aversive reaction there may be in this magic in brute forcing my way in, I actually see the opportunity to invade when something intertwined with our attack before hand unfolds as a group of soldiers go out as reinforcements to the rioet we caused and heads towards the exit as the double heavy wooden door starts opening up for them.
