Alicia's scream echoed all around the room and would have been loud enough to reach out of the premises of the dungeon if it weren't for the air-tight doors placed at the exits of it.
The guards who stood by the doors of the room where Alicia was locked up looked at each other as if having the same thoughts, wondering what was happening in there.
Nicolas, the second prince, who was walking through the corridors toward his chambers, came to an abrupt stop, picking up the strange cry of a woman. His sharp ears quirked, catching the faintest of the faint sounds that no one could hear. A frown mered on his forehead as he wondered to whom the voice belonged.
'Was there a female criminal being tortured at the dungeon?'
