Alexander
It has been a week since my father came down here. The guards bring me food once every two days with a bottle of water. They never talk to me, just put the food down and then walk away. I feel disgusting and could do with a shower. The first two days, the smell made my stomach turn, but by now I have gotten used to it. I keep wondering when my father will be coming down here to tell me what he wants and what the whole point of this is. I won’t be marrying Rachel, no matter what he says, I won’t be walking away from Fraya. If these past few days locked down here have made me realize anything, it is that my father needs to go. He is a poison to this earth and if the dragons are ever going to experience true peace, he will need to be removed.
I hear the door to the dungeon open, b
