Queen Sara, her voice thick with tears, reached out through the cold iron bars towards Jude. "Jude," she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion. "I never thought I would see you like this."
Jude's heart clenched at the sight of her distress. He stepped closer to the bars, longing to offer her solace despite his own dire circumstances. "Don't cry, Sara," he implored, his voice a gentle murmur amidst the oppressive silence. "I'm alright. We'll find a way out of this."
Tears streaked down Queen Sara's cheeks as she clutched at the iron bars, her desperation palpable. "I should never have let this happen," she lamented, her voice thick with remorse.
Jude reached through the bars, his hand coming to rest atop hers in a gesture of solidarity. "It's not your fault," he reassured her, his eyes locking with hers. "We'll face this together, as we always have."
