~Calea~
"Where is she!?" Calea rushes through the dungeon where Browen had lost his damn mind. Putting his pregnant Queen in a dungeon. The guards stop her, their long spears cross-blocking her way in, "Do you have permission from the King?"
"I'm her Priestess. My job is to teach her, no matter what," Calea glares at them, "Get you're spears out of my face, " she growls. They glance at each other and move. Nothing made her blood boil more than knowing this girl got the bunt of everything. "Lyra! Lyra, where are you!" Calea's voice echoes through the dungeon
"I'm over here! Help me, please!" Lyra cries out, frantically waving her hand through the cell bars. Calea slides down to the ground, grabbing the girl's hand. Lyra's face is coated in dirt, and her dress is nearly torn, "What happened to you." Calea caresses Lyra's face, smudged with tears and soot. Lyra sobs, "I just wanted to know if they came back," Lyra sobs, holding her folded hand and opening it.