She lost track how long she had been here. In this little cage that was her "Room" as a hostage of the Human Baron. Her fists battering her lifted mattress that was pressed into the wall. Rage filled her heart as her blue scaled fists nailed as it nearly ripped through the cushions of the bed to impale it to the wall. Did her father not care? Was he that dissapointed in her actions that he saw her as a mistake? She stopped as her red eyes stared down as she buried her muzzle into the back of her wrists. Tears leaking down her cheeks.

"Damn Him." She would have to make a escape, if any. Alone there is possibly no help coming.

She was unfortunately in a bad spot. The Anti dragon sentiment in the city was now overflowing, and even if she escaped the keep. Well there was no telling who she would run into on the way out of the city. They had to be keeping her alive for some reason besides the enjoyment they got seeing her in misery? She could only hope that it wasn't going to be a big show of her being put in front of the headsman. She slid down the Mattress pressing her back into it as she rubbed the bruises on her blue scaled arms. Maybe they would go easy on her today. Though she has been let down on that hope many times before.