The dungeon, which was damp, sad, and falling apart, was a sharp contrast to the beautiful imperial house. Only the distant sound of water dripping and the odd scurrying of rats could be heard. But that afternoon, there was a guest in the prison. Dressed in a simple robe, the Empress Cassiopeia walked gracefully through the hallways, which seemed like an odd place for her to be.
As she approached Princess Croasia's cell, the princess's eyes widened in shock. The proud and regal Croasia was a far cry from her usual self. Her hair, once intricately styled, now hung limply around her face, and the dirt from the floor smeared her once pristine gown.
Croasia straightened her back, attempting to regain a semblance of dignity. Her voice was filled with disdain, yet it quivered slightly, betrayi
