Chapter 10: Prisoner

Illyra paced back and forth in her prison cell. She hadn’t expected to be treated any differently, locked in a damp, underground cell with rusted, yet strong, bars keeping her in. She couldn’t feel any magic in the earth around her. It was all winter magic.

She could still use her magic if she had to, but she’d agreed to make herself a prisoner. Illyra had known what she was doing. Even if every day of the rest of her life was this dull, lifeless, and damp, she’d suffer through it without a word.

“Leaf Princess,” a harsh, female voice said from around the corner.

“Who’s there!?” Illyra snapped. She blinked her eyes towards a torch on the opposite wall, the torch bursting into flame.

“Careful!” the Snow King’s sister entered the small pool of light. Still dressed in her armor, hand on her sword.

Illyra doubted she ever stood in a different stance. “What are you doing here?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.