[Naethasa Duskbringer's POV]
It's been more or less six months since I have seen my baby girl, I can't even imagine her fate in the hands of those who wish to harm her. My thoughts are a whirlwind of worry and anger. I clench my fists, the runes on my cell floor dimly flickering as they try to suppress my rising energy. I won't let my daughter suffer because of me. I won't let the elder's twisted plans come to fruition.
My mind went to past memories in which we were happy, just me and my daughter. Her father... I even refuse to call that man my husband, he... betrayed us. He was never the loving partner I had hoped for, always scheming, always focused on his own ambitions. His cold eyes and cruel smile haunt my dreams, a constant reminder of his treachery.
