chapter one hundred twenty- six

**POV Eleanor**

"Come on, slave, your bitter fate is waiting!" the soldier shouted angrily, yanking the metal chains and making me fall abruptly to the ground.

I opened my eyes slowly, the first rays of sunlight penetrating the tiny window of the dungeon. The other prisoners, who were sleeping, also woke up to the noise of me being dragged out of my cell.

"Get up, filthy slave!" the soldier said harshly, forcing me to stand while spitting in my face.

My head spun with pain and exhaustion, but I forced myself to stand. My legs were weak, almost unable to support me. The cold stone floor hurt my already injured skin, and the metallic taste of blood was still present in my mouth. The soldier, with a look of disdain, pulled the chains again, dragging me out of the cell.

The other prisoners watched in silence, some with pity, others with indifference. I knew that, to them, I was just another lost soul walking towards death, like many of them before. Taking a deep breath, I tried to maintai