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~ ZARA ~
The dungeons were… horrifying. Dark, dank. The air punctured with moans and the occasional gasp or scream.
I was shaking by the time we made it to the actual prison below the Palace, babbling to the guards, pleading with them to see that I was no threat.
Thankfully, when we got down there, they shoved me into the waiting arms of a handful of women.
They must be the guards Stark had mentioned. None of them dressed in black like Hildie, but two had the same vests she wore, with the built-in sheaths.
I trembled as they stripped me down of the clothing Hildie had given me, making certain I had no weapons hidden on my body, then gave me a robe that was little more than a long, linen shirt that fell below my knees.
