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Averine's POV.
This dungeon is so dark. I see nothing but a little light coming from a small hole. When I first got here, it's the first hole I've peaked in. And there's nothing outside from my view. This place which I chose to call a dungeon, cause its what it seems like it anyway, is a stone cold place. It's built from stones that I couldn't break through. There's a small gate made of steel. There's an improvised bowl and a pale of water and rocks around, like a tigers den. It is spacious enough so I can move around. The gates are sealed with poisoned stakes, of course I tried my luck to escape but the moment I laid hands on the gate, I burnt my palms.
How I got here? I don't know. All I know is I've been counting days. I engraved one single slash in the stones every single time I wake up and see the light in the hole. The last thing I remember before waking up here is lying on my bed after a long day of my duties as the rulers wife.
I exhausted my strength and my capabilities in trying to find any way to escape but there was none. I tried digging holes but I had nothing but my bare hands and nothing to dig. I yelled, screamed, cursed and called for help, I signaled and put my hopes up high that Landon or Callie will find me. But until this day, I am still here. Surrounded by this four walls which are filled with the single slashes and this day marks the 731st day of being locked up in here.
I wasn't fed for a month. I barely managed to get up, I didn't even think I'd wake up. On the 30th day, a bag of blood was slipped through the gate but to no avail did I get to see who had brought it or what had brought it. That's how I survived. With one bag in a week and I was back to that weakling Avie I used to be. I haven't slept trying to catch who brings my line of survival but with the darkness and the silence, I never had any luck.
I am filled with so much anger. My goal is to survive until I can hold still. I've been crying for a year and when nothing or no one had come for me, I stopped hoping. I grew numb once again. The kind of numbness I never thought I'm capable of. What I know now is when I get out of this hell hole alive, I won't stop until I get even with the ones who had done this to me. No more little miss Avie. Revenge is over the top of my head and my soul. Revenge for what I had suffered here.
Yes I suffered. I battled with hunger and they let me suffer with their silence and their torture. They left me with nothing but coldness and darkness and the little creatures that crawls around are the only company I had.
If you ask me what had become of me after I left the boundary of NY pack after Ced had passed away. I'd say my life was turned a hundred and 80 degrees. When I first arrived I was greeted with a warm welcome. When I became queen I started planning out what to do with the counsel. Who to take down and who should remain. Of course I gained a lot of hate from the other royalty. I gained more than hate but none of them had the courage to do me harm because later on they had seen the logic in my proposed deals.
I gained respect from my achievements. Slavery and ranks were abolished and the ones who chose to serve for royalty were given their free will to work for them but It came with a certain amount of wage. I was backed up by big names and was well guarded by Landon himself. He treated me with the best he could provide me while he was catering to Callie who later on became his right hand in every battle he faced.
His father couldn't have done this to me thinking he had backed down and just decided to spend time with his wife and live the life he longed for before becoming a ruler and has fully accepted my reign so there's no doubt he would be responsible for my captivity.
I was well known for ruling with humanity. I brought justice to what needed to be justified. I justified in the most rational and fair way possible. In every plan Landon had laid for his kingdom I proudly helped out and guided him through.
