Lord River contemplated it for a moment, he had spent most of his life in the Light Hall, he was not much different from a prisoner,
It was only that in his case, he had taken a willing oath to serve.
Lord River did not have many enemies, his entire world began and ended in the Light Hall.
There were only two races he interacted with, the dragons to whom he had sworn his oath of fealty, and the Fae, his own kind.
Between both of these races, which was more likely to end his life through such underhanded means?
"Why do I have to die?! I did everything that was asked of me! I obeyed the orders at the risk of my own life, so why do I have to die?!" Lord River raged, getting up to his feet.
"How should I know the answer to that?" The voice asked again, this time, stepping closer to Lord River's cell.
Lord River backed away warily, a panicked expression in his eyes.
