Hazel's POV
The sound of loud footsteps pulled me out of my slumber. I opened my eyes in search of who was coming down the stairs. I was tired and my body was sore from sleeping on the stony ground all night.
“Your Highness,” the guard in front of my cell yelled and bowed. Instantly I stood up with renewed energy. Has he found out?
Damien came into view and when our weys met, his gaze softened for a moment. I know, my hair was messy and looked like a bird's nest and I looked very pitiful.
“Open this cell,” he ordered and the guard immediately opened the door. He walked in and looked around.
“Your Highness, you should not be here,” I said in a weak voice. My throat was dried and needed water. My lips had become cracked.
His expression changed. “Neither should you!” He yelled. He t
