Rhaegar braced himself for whatever was to come, but to his bewilderment, the man with the torch lamp merely gave him a cursory glance, as if assessing his physical state. Without another word, the stranger ordered him to stay quiet and walked away, leaving the cell shrouded in darkness once more.
Silence fell, broken only by the frantic thudding of Rhaegar's heartbeat—a broken drum echoing in his ears, relentless and unsettling.
He decided to wait and see. Surely, the man would return and explain what was happening. But he never did. Rhaegar waited still—how long, he couldn't say. The stillness in his cell was unrelenting, like the weight of a tomb.
