“Of course it is not. I was sent to the convent along with the child and I was proclaimed dead. This place was the dungeon of the convent,” said Illyria as she touched the walls and I was entirely sure that I could hear weeping from the walls. They were like echoes, ricocheting off from the past times showing glimpses to the future.
“How come a convent has a dungeon?” I asked. All that she said really made some amount of sense to me but not a lot. It was like I was still missing the bits and pieces of the puzzle.
“Every convent has a dungeon. I mean, when I knew that there were convents they used to tie up the errant nuns here. They sheared of my hair and made me wear my hair like a boy. So that I could dressed in the garb of a nun. They tried to make me take the vows as well but I spat
