This was it.
This was how Ilsandra was going to die - and there was nothing to be done about it. Zephyra had been right. She was an idiot to charge in here without a plan, or at least with the half-cocked plan she had of trying to see Dagon again.
Now she was chained to a wall, in a tall, roofless tower that had slats to stop one from being able to fly out. As though the restraints hadn't been enough already...
Dagon was never one to take chances.
The hard-headed princess really wanted to cry, but she didn't want to give Natalie the satisfaction of her tears. That was more important than her own grief, really. That pride of hers that got her here... That pride of hers that never served her well. That pride of hers that she should have learned from with all the chances she had throughout her lifetime.
The regret was heavy.
