Chapter 120

The cold in the dungeons was intense.

Eleanor hugged herself tighter on the floor and shivered. She didn't know how much time had passed since she was thrown into the dirty cell. It couldn't be more than twenty-four hours. Maybe more or less.

She was starving, tired, and also grieving the Queen. In her time alone, Eleanor had convinced herself that she was at fault. She might not have indirectly killed the Queen, but she had a hand in it. She'd fed her poison.

There was no way to prove her innocence.

Everyone would've been coming up with bizarre theories by now relating to why she killed the Queen.

Drakken had wasted no time casting her to the dungeons without hearing what she had to say. His face before the guard dragged her away stayed etched in Eleanor's mind and disturbed her. The cold look in his eyes was chilling, all adoration he had for her was gone and void.

She jumped to her feet when she heard a sound coming from the dungeon's entrance, hoping it was Drakken coming to see