A trap

**Damon's POV**

I sat in the dungeon, my back resting on the wall as I reminisced over what happened a few moments ago. Only I and the maid knew what really happened but she pinned everything on me and is not helping matters.

Now that things are finally working out between me and Elora, this happened.

“I love you, Elora, and I would never hurt you. Please know that.” I sighed and buried my face in my legs as I tried to think of ways out of this situation.

I heard something creak open like the door and heard footsteps. I couldn't guess who the person was but the familiar scent brought one person to mind.

“Elora,” I muttered and looked up to see her standing in front of the cell. I quickly stood to my feet and rushed to her. “Elora, why don't you want to believe me? I know it's something you saw with your two eyes, but you have to know that I would never do anything that would hurt you.” I tried to explain things to her.

She sighed. “Damon, it's pretty hard to believe, you know,” She s