"Papa! Please stop!" Lauralye cried as her father dragged her down the hall, "Please, Papa, you're hurting me!"
Her father ignored her. Lauralye had seen her father be cruel but had never had it directed towards herself. He was frightening her. Lauralye looked at her father, "I'll marry David. I'll do whatever you want, Papa, just let Robert go!"
She realized to late that she had made the wrong choice of words. Her father turned on her, "Maybe you would like to spend the night in the dungeon with him."
Lauralye's eyes widened and she shook her head. She'd been to the dungeon before but she was always free to leave. Her father laughed a wicked laugh, "Yes, maybe that will knock some sense into you."
He tossed her to one of the guards, "Send her downstairs."
Lauralye was crying the entire way to the dungeon, her screams quieting and becoming whimpers as they entered the depths. Her feet didn't touch the ground until she was being placed and locked into the cell next to Robert's. She looked at the guard, "Please... please don't leave me."
The guard gave her a look, he didn't want to be doing this but he could not cross the King, "I'm sorry, Princess.... I will bring you some blankets... and food. But that is all I can do..." Then he was gone.
The cell was dark, more so when the door to the dungeon closed. She felt a hand in the dark grabbed her wrist. She yelped and moved to the other end of the wall as the prisoners cackled at her.