Logan
The dungeon was a maze of damp stone and iron. I never liked approaching the cells, never liked being so far below the surface. But lately, I found myself within the cool confines of the dungeons more often than not. First, I had interrogated rogues here. And then there had been Jesse. Now, Emma awaited me somewhere deep in this labyrinth.
Each step echoed, slow and deliberate, as I descended into the belly of the palace, nearly losing myself in the twisting and turnings of the dungeons made deliberately to confuse prisoners and dissuade escape.
Guards parted for me and opened rusty doors upon my approach, silent and wary, though I caught the flicker of recognition in their eyes. They knew why I was here.
I had come to see her.
Eventually, I found myself before her cell. S
