The corridor leading to the dungeons was as cold and unyielding as the iron bars that lined the cells. King Oscar Julian and Queen Katherine walked side by side, but the distance between them felt wider than the chasm between the lowest peasant and the highest noble. Oscar could feel the tension radiating off his wife, her silence speaking volumes as they descended deeper into the bowels of the castle. The flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the stone walls, the dim light barely penetrating the oppressive darkness that seemed to swallow them whole.
And each step that took them closer to the room, he dreaded more and more. The little progress Kat and him made- was about to blow up. He knew she would never forgive him for this but he had to take her there anyway.
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