Lucinda’s POV
“Guards, take me to the dungeon. I’m hungry,” I commanded, rising from my golden throne, my voice cold and demanding.
“Yes, our Queen,” they replied in unison, bowing their heads before opening the massive door. They led me through the winding halls, down a long, spiraling staircase that seemed to sink deeper into the bowels of the kingdom. The air grew colder with every step, thick with the stench of fear. When we finally reached the dungeon, the sight before me was as delicious as ever—my personal feast.
The poor, pitiful mortals. Weak, trembling, and caged. Their cries for mercy echoed in the damp, oppressive air. They begged, they pleaded, and they whimpered for salvation, but I only heard the hollow sound of their desperation.
I walked slowly through the rows of cage
