Chapter 114 The Temptation Of Corvin

• The stone beneath Corvin's knees was slick with condensation, cold seeping through fabric and flesh until numbness replaced sensation. His breath fogged in dim light filtering through a narrow window set high in the dungeon wall. Each exhale was visible proof he remained alive despite wishing otherwise.
• The silence pressed heavy, broken only by an occasional water drip from the ceiling that marked time in a slow, maddening rhythm.
• Silver cuffs bit into wrists already bruised purple and black, restraints meant for monsters rather than soldiers who'd once sworn loyalty to a queen they'd genuinely believed in. The metal burned against skin, a reminder that even Crescent Kingdom's mercy carried edges sharp enough to draw blood from those deemed threats to stability.