MIRA
The dungeon smells worse this time around. For a second there I am even worried if Isidore is already dead and rotting in her cell. But as soon as Tristan and I reach it, I notice her in the same corner she was sitting last time I came.
She lifts up her head when she hears our steps and jumps to her feet as soon as she sees me.
“I’ll just talk to her myself,” I smile innocently at Tristan, “Can you wait for me here?”
“Of course”, he nods, “But be careful, Mira. She is dangerous.”
“Uhm, all right,” I promise and walk towards the blonde prisoner. Her dress is properly dirty now and her hair looks dull. There is not a trace of the beautiful and noble Isidore Vierne. She looks older than she really is and my heart stings for her if she is truly innocent. She was always mean to me, b
