"You don't think I did it, do you?" Kaleb's small voice trembles as he struggles to get his words out. His dark eyes burning with a pleading light.

The air in the dungeons is stale, reeking of rotting hay and mildew. The rajakumara locked tight behind magic bars in a cramped cell looks so out of place.

But his question stings your heart, makes your head spin. Do you believe his crime of treason against the maharani? Do you believe he'd plotted to murder his own mother?