AGATHA'S POV
The tiny cell suffocated me. Every second felt like a lifetime. That foolish Caleb—a man utterly unfit for a crown—had the audacity to imprison a seer of my caliber. The air was rank, the walls smeared with grime, and the guards… utterly useless. Two of them were shamelessly locked in each other’s embrace, oblivious to the world.
I exhaled sharply.
There was only one way forward.
Escape.
From my tattered cloak, I produced the last of my black potion. A single sip could feign death; taken in excess, it would bring a slow, excruciating end. My final weapon, the last fragment of power Caleb had not yet stolen from me.
I glanced around. No eyes watched me. Carefully, I drank, then hid the remainder beneath the rusty sink. Hooded, I banged on the metal door, coughing and clut
