Davina walked with a faint amount of urgency in her steps. The dark, tainted walls of the dungeons were unfamiliar and cold around her.
It was an unfamiliar route to her, she was never brought to see this particular part of her king's life, and she could see the reason very well now as she was there.
Blood and claw marks were evident on the walls, Davina grimaced at the sight of them in the light of her burning torch. She held the alight torch firmly with one hand and the other was used to lift up the skirt of her gown so it won't drag on the filth floor.
It was hard to imagine her King walking down this particular cave like way, but what was she expecting of a dungeon? They were a place for criminals, it certainly would not resembled a castle.
Trying to hold her breath, Davina has
