King Braedon POV
The dungeon was dank and dark, smelling of mildew and old blood mixed with sweat and tears. It was cold, damp, and dim. Just like any other dungeon I have ever visited. I descended the stairs slowly, my eyes sweeping the miserable torture room, taking in the blood spatters on the walls and floors, the bars on the small rectangular windows, and the silver bars of the cell doors. This was a dungeon that was used often, torture implements laid out neatly on various trolleys in order to be close at hand. I narrowed my eyes and smelt the metallic scent in the air as my feet propelled my body forward, my eyes adjusting automatically to the darkness as my mate followed silently behind me, James also present for this discussion. This man, David, had attempted to take my life whil
