Rosa's boots sunk into the dusty ground when she stepped out of the carriage. She looked up at the peculiar structure before her and was immediately reminded of the prisons back in Dragomir. One level like most of Vordania's buildings, but the depressing aura is certainly the same.
The prison Emma was currently in was a literal fortress of high walls crowned with jagged spikes like a beast ready to devour all who entered or attempted to go out. The narrow windows resembled dark, unblinking eyes, offering no glimpse of the misery within. Pull yourself together, she inwardly chided herself. You're not the one sentenced to a lifetime behind bars!
She sighed deeply glancing over her shoulder to see Kael's carriage pulling up behind hers. She had told him not to worry, insisted that she didn't need him to accompany her, but of course, he had followed her all the same.
