You had been captured under the mountain like the rest of the courts in Prythian. Lucien had protected you from one of Amarantha’s guards a few nights ago. Lucien had been dragged in front of Amarantha by the Attor. “I don’t appreciate you interfering with what needed to be done…” Amarantha said with a cruel smile. Lucien looked at her with hate and hissed at her. “Go to hell.” “20 lashes.” Was all Amarantha said in response, a cruel smile still on her face.