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Lord Thordis Jax, The Royal Dungeons
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop thinking about Faith. The look in her eyes when her sister, her f*****g sister, Princess Trinity, had named me a traitor.
I’d been in the palace prison for a few hours. They’d taken me from my apartment, naked, hosed me down like I was a piece of equipment, shoved some coarse clothing at me and chained me to a wall the moment I had the pants and tunic on.
At least I was sitting down. But the chains attached to my arms were on runners. I could move them up or down the track, but not more than a few inches from the wall itself. I could stand, or sit, or sleep with my back to the wall, but that was all.
The cuffs attached to my wrists and ankles were unnecessary. There was no escaping this cell. It looked
