Chapter 130 Seraphina

• I pace back and forth in this tiny cubicle, they dare to call a cell. The walls are cold and damp stone, exuding the suffocating stench of mold and abandonment. The pale light of the full moon spills into the room through a single high window, far too small for me to even dream of escaping through. The light casts elongated shadows on the stone floor, toying with my mind, already teetering on the edge of collapse.
• A hysterical laugh escapes my lips, a sound that reverberates through the empty space, heavy with desperation and sarcasm. Trapped in a tower. How pathetic! Caelum has a cruel sense of humor, something I’m only now beginning to realize. My husband, the spineless king, kept many dark facets hidden from me during our marriage.
• And here I am now, caged in the highest, most isolated cell of the prison, like a dangerous animal that needs to be restrained. The runes carved into the walls glow faintly, pulsing with an energy that I feel draining the last remnants of my vitality. It’s a constant burden, suffocating, as though these cursed stones are alive, feeding on my magic.