(Amara POV)
I looked around the huge throne room. It was bigger than the one in my palace. The place was white with gold beams.
But it would have been much beautiful if the curtains were put up. It would have been more beautiful if the place wasn’t filled with ravens with red eyes.
It would have been beautiful if there wasn’t a b****y cage holding me captive while Zedkiel sits on the red throne with a smile plastered on his face.
It was only later I discovered that we were in the kingdom of light spirits. The place where it should be filled with lights and safe is dark and menacing.
"It is amusing seeing you get all angry, princess," he asked as I growled at him. My body was getting weaker and weaker as I felt the urging need to vomit. The cage was not big and I had to be on my knees.
