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[color=slateblue]Time:[/color] 10 pm
[color=F0E399]Location:[/color] The cells
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[color=F0E399]Appearance[/color]: No shoes | Thin white long dress | Heavy black cloak with hood

Ari’s heart pounded with a mix of dread and resolve. The guards, clad in their gleaming armor, showed no emotion as they took hold of her arms and led her through the grand corridors of the palace. The stone walls, once familiar, now felt cold and oppressive. She wondered if that was how Callum felt here. She struggled against the guard's grip as they passed through the ornate halls and descended into the depths of the castle.

The journey down to the cells was long and winding. The light grew dimmer with every step, the air growing colder and more stale. Torches flickered on the walls, casting eerie shadows that danced and twisted. The sound of dripping water echoed in the silence, each drop like a countdown.

Finally, they arrived at the entrance to the cells. A massive iron gate, rusted with age, creaked open to reveal a dark passageway beyond. The guards pushed her forward, their grip unyielding as they guided her into the darkness. Her bare feet hit the cold cobblestone, echoing with each step. The stench of dampness and decay filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn. She could hear the distant sounds of other prisoners—murmurs, cries, the clinking of chains—a chorus of despair that chilled her.

They reached her cell, a small, damp space with stone walls and a floor covered in straw. The door slammed shut behind her with a resounding clang, the sound reverberating through the chamber. Ariella was left alone in the suffocating darkness. She could barely make out the outline of her surroundings, but the overwhelming sense of isolation was impossible to ignore.

The cell was cold, the air thick with the smell of mold and filth. A single, small window high up on the wall let in a sliver of moonlight, casting a pale beam across the floor. Ariella shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as she sank onto the straw. The rough, dirty material scratched her skin, a stark contrast to sleeping in the grass. 

Time passed slowly in the darkness. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the occasional distant wail of another prisoner or the scurrying of rats in the corners. Ariella tried to focus her mind, to steel herself for what lay ahead. She knew that the king's punishment would be harsh But this was her price to protect her friend, and magic had its consequences.

Her green eyes scanned around the cell as the wailing continued around her. Sliding down the cold stone wall as tucked her legs into her chest attempting to keep herself warm. A fleeting thought of Mathias and the lunch date entered her mind. She sighed slightly, the captain of the royal guard would likely take issue with her current situation. 

All Ari knew at this point was it was going to be a very long night. [/color]