Basharr’s prison was carved directly into the sheer sides of Blackwood Mountain. It was known as the Forbidden Wing of the palace. It anchored the brilliant glass of the palace to the stone the capital was built on. Violet had never been before and now her first time was as a resident, with shackles around her wrists. She stumbled over the uneven rock floor.
“Keep walking,” Dana growled.
The captain had decided to personally escort her.
“I really don’t deserve such special attention,” Violet said flatly. “I would hope you had better things to do than put innocent people in cells.”
“You expect me to believe Queen Chione buried herself in a pile of gold. I’m not kind-hearted like the king—I have no tolerance for your stories.”
“I was defending myself. Don’t I have that right, even if my attacker is royal?”