Hours had passed since the assaulters had broken into the palace. Queen Zalia had to watch how her husband gave away his life trying to protect what was left of her kingdom, followed by her being forced to kneel before Anon, as he held his blade to her neck. She had been taken deep into the dungeons of her own palace by strong, brute and foul-smelling men, and locked alone inside a dark cell, where she had remained chained to the wall, still wearing her delicate dress and even her royal crown on top of her head.

She had never felt so humiliated in her life, having been unable to protect her people from the invaders, and now being locked in a cell, at the mercy of that disgusting man, who dared treat her as if she was just some captured peasant woman that could be sold later on.

The fact that her joints were starting to ache from being chained to the wall for so long did not help.