Lola could feel her heart thumping erratically as she stepped foot into the dungeon, holding the king's arm. All morning, she had been looking forward to this visit. The thought of seeing her ex-family again after discovering the truth behind her memory loss and their atrocious act of selling her bracelet made her feel irked, nauseated and slightly anxious.
As her eyes adjusted to the dimly lit underground dungeon, she took in a sharp breath to stifle her anxiety.
The smell of damp earth and decaying stone, interwoven with moss, and fungus, wafts below the haze of smoke and heavy perfume from a cleaning substance.
The guards on duty stood at attention as the king approached the central interrogation room, where the first three prisoners were patiently waiting.
"Welcome, Your Royal Majesty and Her Royal Highness," the corrupt head dungeon guard bowed.
Instead of replying to the guard, the king turned to Lola and spoke softly.
