Prison

Astella has been listening to the man the called the criminal in the cell next to hers. He seemed to be quite a threat if the queen was even thought of being involved by a guard.

Astella was disquied as a young blonde woman, who wore a white dress and a pair of blue boots. No one had much seen her enter, not as if anyone had much cared.

“What did you do that they fear you so much?” Astella asked with a chuckle, talking through the bars of her own cell.

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