Chapter 35

• The air was damp, carrying the scent of mildew and decay, a sharp contrast to the golden elegance I once knew. As the guards dragged me to the dungeon, their mocking laughter echoed in my ears, each jeer piercing me like a dagger.
• “The king’s little whore finally found her place,” one sneered, his voice gruff and coated with malice.
• Another guard chuckled, leaning closer as I stumbled along the cold, stone corridor. “Where I belongs—among the filth.”