Alana's POV
I was starting to regret my outburst. This part of the castle hadn't been part of the original tour, and it was clear why. The damp, dark tunnels we were walking through were long, and we kept getting lower and lower. The smell was awful, it started to smell like feces, blood and desperation. I wanted to ask them to take me back, but at the same time, it was exactly what I deserved for betraying my people and failing to control myself long enough to convince the Prince that it was a bad idea to keep attacking my people. If I had been less confrontational and a little more accommodating, maybe he would be more willing to hear me out.
We finally stopped, I could see groups of people locked in different cells. I could tell right away the were witches, but I didn't underst
