Rama couldn't decipher how long she had stayed in the damp cell, listening to her breathing which resounded in the empty cells.
They were other cells opposite hers but she couldn't make out if prisoners settled in them as the cells were dimly lit with few torches hanging on the wall, some were already snuffed out but no one cared to fuel them for light.
She wondered if they were already dead because of the putrid smell that sated the air, making her wrinkle her nose in disgust but she soon got used to the smell after hours of being imprisoned and she merely ignored it instead.
Her head hung low with her chin resting on her knees, her body trembling slightly not because of the cold cell, but because of the unnerving feel she got, the burden and the grief that weighed heavily on her.
She couldn't fully digest the fact that her Empire lay in ruins and her position had been stripped right in front of her eyes, taken as a prisoner by her rival.
