Chapter 37 Crimson Rebellion

• Lucien's wrists were encircled by chains that blazed like fire. They were Crimson-forged shackles, not just any iron, and their purpose was to drain the blood magic from whoever was tied by them. He felt as if the walls themselves were trying to crush him with each step he took toward the prison vaults.
• At his sides, two guards with silver-tipped spears marched. Behind him, another pressed the icy edge of a blade to his back.
• Even when the jeers of the Court reverberated from the top balconies, Lucien maintained his composure.