The gate covering the old fortress was mostly rusted. Elle could feel the dread filling the long hallway. She didn't know if it was because of the old molded bricks surrounding her or the lack of light in the long hallway leading to the dungeon but the longer the path, her nervousness bubbles up.
"Do you think you can handle meeting this criminal?" Count Arthur's voice broke her attention.
She turned to him and showed a small smile, "I'm sure, I can," she was more worried about her own emotions. Last time she had been so mad was when she heard that blonde knight rejoicing over the slums' death. It had resulted in her slapping his face, something she had never done before and never knew she could be so capable to do.
