Four months now passed.
There they are still, both of them, face to face, in chains, in the dark dungeons of the tower. No more lights to bring a glimpse of hope. They were dirty, hungry, tired, and weakened already. Tianu was still able to pull his head up, looking at her, watching her breathing got harder and harder. Her eyes changing to lighter blue, closer to white.
She was trying so hard not to release the saruman to feed off from him. He could witness the internal fight for seven days now and she was getting weaker and weaker until... he thought... she will not be in control anymore.
The first days passed calm and quiet, making jokes, as they did not really think the king would be capable of such a deed. They did not believe it at first, but now they learned he will not let them
