Sylvia trembled. They were really here. She looked up through her long lashes, only opening her eye like a slit.
She could see the old men looking at her as if she was a thing of marvel. One checked her pulse. One checked her hair. They were obsessed with her.
Standing behind them was the King and to Sylvia's disappointment, Mikel was nowhere to be seen.
It's fine. Everything is fine. It will be fine. She told herself and waited.
After they superficially inspected her a bit, they nodded at each other. The prison cell was eerily silent and no one spoke anything.
One of the old men then raised his hand and muttered something, Sylvia's cuffs instantly shattering.
Her body fell down on the ground with a thud, more pain screaming through her nerves.
But she didn't care. This was in fact a pain that she welcomed. They had freed her! That could only mean she was going to be rescued soon!
