The small barred window allowed for the small bits of dull sunlight to creep through, her hands stung against the cold stones of the floor and walls of the cell she'd been dragged into weeks ago, wounds still freshly open from either the fists or blades of her captures throbbed painfully to even apply the slightest of pressure to them yet this wouldn't discourage her from faltering in her determination to remain silent about her son.

She was always a stubborn woman but she thought with her head, Hugo was out there and to hell to anyone from this power hungry church she wasn't going to say anything, wasn't going to help no matter how daily she was beaten with very little time to recover to have it only repeated.

She hadn't needed to even lift her head to your approach to the cell door to know it was you, the grand Inquisitor sent you time to time with hope of her being of use to them, he never came personally, the old bastard sat in comfort where he could send others to do his work.

She'd lost her home, her husband, but she had her children, somewhere out there, and she'd give her last breath for them if it would keep them safe, she knew her silence held a power over them so she would keep it.