Towards evening, the sun disappeared behind the tall buildings of the capital. The sky turned a dark, bruised purple. Inside Prince Liam's private residence, the grand halls were usually quiet and peaceful. But tonight, the high ceilings echoed with a terrible sound.
The halls were filled with screams.
Ashlyn and Carlos had been dragged out of their home hours ago by the royal guards. They were thrown into the cold, damp dungeon beneath the Prince's manor. They sat in the dark, shivering in fear, not knowing what they did wrong. Then, the heavy iron doors opened. The guards dragged them up the stone stairs and threw them onto the hard marble floor of the main hall.
Now, they were paying the price for the Prince's anger.
