Third Person POV
It was dark and dank. It smelled of mold and mildew. Deidre wrinkled her nose, feeling helpless as she touched the bars and jerked, remembering they were made of iron and would not hurt her per se but would sap her strength even more. She cursed under her breath, pacing back and forth, wondering how Sadie was faring. How cruel of King Dominic to use her in order to make Sadie bend beneath his will, thought Deidre sadly, even as she spared a thought for her own predicament. King Dominic had sent his guards after her and she had been caught unaware at her little cottage, two guards bursting in on her and before she knew it, she'd been restrained and was being dragged kicking and fighting back towards the palace under his orders.
She sank to her knees. Sadie had grown up t
