One hundred and one

Lucian

It was the fourth day of staying in this dreadful dungeon. The king kept to himself and his hatred for me burned off him in thick waves.

He sat hunched on a wooden stool, his back turned towards me, clearly displaying his resentment and creating an emotional rift between us.

I felt utterly foolish for not delving deeper into my father's true nature before condemning him. The king blamed me for everything, casting hostile glares that I could no longer bear to meet.

Did I blame him? Hell no. This was entirely my fault. I had betrayed him, aligned with Dmitri, and now I was paying the price.

It was unbearable to watch him glare at me and more painful that the guards had no respect for him. They'd come in, toss two bottles of water and measly bread, mock the king, and lock the door shut.

Escaping was impossible as two guards were stationed outside. I didn't know how long I could stay in this horrible, dark room. The darkness was suffocating and it would be a miracle if we ha