"Mother, how are we going to get out of this?"
"I don't know," Beth answered Fraser for the hundredth time since they were placed in the dungeon. It was already a headache to deal with Fraser, but now she had to look at the people Amelia was filling up the dungeon with.
"You need to call for her and plead with her to let us out of here. She has the king and his mother trapped in a cell amongst the poor," Fraser spat, disgusted by the sight of the people who were entering the dungeon. "I am still the king!"
"Fraser," Beth sighed as his words were causing problems for her. They were unprotected in the dungeon with the very people Fraser was insulting. The demons guarding the cells would not protect them if a fight were to start. "Sit down and shut up until it is our turn for her to decide what shall happen to us. You should be grateful that your cousin has not killed you."
