With a heavy and troubled heart Neriah curled up upon the chair and waited for Barak. "Maybe he will not be so angry now." She said to herself. She repeated those words over and over again as a source of hope.
But then hours went by and Barak did not return. The tears in her eyes threatened to fall but she held them back.
Her plan had been simple. It was to go into the dungeon and come out after seeing the orcs, then she would plaster it in his face that she had defied his orders.
How things had changed. Things changed when she realized her life was in danger in the dungeon, things changed when she saw knights getting wounded because of her. Things changed when Regina had dived into the fight for her sake. Things changed when for a split second, her eyes met his when he landed in the dungeon just before she passed out from the shock and fear of the anger in his burning gaze.
