Khorijin sat in silence within the darkness of her cold cell in the city of Constantinople. She had not seen the light of day for some time. Despite this, she was rather content with her situation. By the warning the spirits had given her, she assumed that by now her purity would have been tarnished by her captors. Instead, they treated her to three square meals a day, a nice cot with proper coverings, and a proper chamber pot, as well as a bronze tub to bathe herself in.
The fact that she was being treated so well, despite being a prisoner of war, was something that truly astounded the young woman. It was, in fact, the orders of Prince Alexandros that had caused her and her comrades to be cared for with such humanity.
