He stood on the other side of the metal bars as he looked down at you. The man that once promised to aid you for eternity had betrayed you. It cost him his love, and it cost you everything.

Zephrim was your right hand and shadow as you adventured the kingdom in search of the jewel which has been stolen from the holy temple. He was nothing but a priest in training who wielded a small volume of magic. What you failed to realise is that he was a member of an anti monarchy group, tasked with carrying out your kidnapping.

It has been five months since you had sworn in the cell. You were changed into a plain white dress, which quickly became ruined by the filth. Your family were kept in a cell far from yours, per Zephrim’s request. He was appointed the head priest of the holy temple as a reward for the kidnappings. The kingdom had quickly fallen into anarchy and divisions became increasingly hostile.

You had become agitated and began formulating plans of escape. You barely ate the meals you were given and guards would overhear you mumbling in the dead of night. All your actions were reported back to Zephrim.

He stood on the other side of the metal bars as he looked down at you. The man that once promised to aid you for eternity had betrayed you. It cost him his love, and it cost you everything.

“You are rejecting the meals you are being served, why?”