Both Prisoners

That same night, long after the sun had set and the moon stood high overhead, at an hour when most people would be sound asleep, a dim golden glow began to peel back the darkness that filled the cells underneath the Summer Villa. 

Water from the constant rains seeped through cracks in the ancient mortar, and the entire dungeon smelled of damp, rotting straw and unwashed bodies. In decades past, when the cells beneath the Lothian stronghold had played host to members of the Lothian family who couldn't be trusted with their freedom during disputes over succession, the room would have been warm with a crackling fire burning in the central hearth and luxurious furniture behind the stout iron bars.