Dorian POV.
The guards came with quick steps, the sound of their boots filling the stone hallway. Two of them immediately pointed their spears at me, while the others carried short swords. Their breathing was heavy, anger dominating their faces.
One of the soldiers kicked the iron bars, making them shake violently. "Be quiet," he barked, although his voice trembled with anger that they could not fully control.
I did not answer. I just lifted my chin slightly, revealing a small smile that I deliberately allowed to appear. That was enough to make these young soldiers lose control. With a hurried movement, he pulled the lock, opened the iron bars, and entered first. The other two soldiers followed behind.
They filled the narrow space of the cell, their large bodies reducing their own room
