Chalice.
Today is my fifth day of being locked up in this godforsaken dungeon and ever since yesterday when a pretty young soldier came to feed me nothing but some pieces of dried meat and some weird tasting water, I have not been fed anything else.
I haven't even seen another soul, and Zevran, my heartless husband who had promised to come on my fifth day, still hasn't shown up yet.
My hands were stiff, raw and bloody from being clasped behind my back for so long with silver chains and every other part of my body had gone numb from being in so much pain for many days now without care.
My aching stomach had long since stopped aching but that didn't dispel the panic surging through me and the fear that the only hold I had over the triplets— my child— may have been lost.
Goddess, please save the child. Help it… Do not allow me to lose to Leilani like this!
