Preyuna closed the cell door behind her and walked towards the staircase. Dissatisfaction burned inside of her.
I tried. I tried to see him. Just him. Tried to see what Isellta sees in him. Tried to see why he pulls at Isellta. Why Isellta longs and cries for him. Why Isellta would ever want him over me.
She walked up the stairs.
And I failed.
I don’t see it.
I can’t understand it. Robin isn’t any more handsome than Mark Caten. He certainly isn’t any smarter. Perhaps if he didn’t have that ugly scar. Or maybe if he had a matching scar on the other side to balance it out.
She shook her head.
No. That would only make him even more undesirable and Isellta’s attraction to him even more inexplicable.
If only I could understand….why. If I could understand, if I could just see one good reason why, I wouldn’t have any objections to Isellta choosing him over me, because it would make sense. If I could see a single reason why, it would make sense for Isellta to want him.
She reached the top of the staircase.
But I don’t see it.
There is no reason for it.
I can’t understand it.
She opened the door and looked back down towards his cell.
I will never accept it, because it does not make sense. It will never make any sense.
Preyuna turned forward and walked through the doorway. She slammed the door shut behind her.
The dungeon was terribly quiet. It was as if everyone behind bars was holding their breaths.
Or were already dead.
Behind the convincing illusion of a brick wall, Robin slept. The metal guard kept his mouth clamped shut. The muzzle kept his head locked in one position.
Manacles circled his wrists, his neck, his knees, and his ankles. A metal band hugged the mid-section of his chest, pinning him to the true wall.
He could breathe without any difficulty, but any movement beyond breathing and blinking was impossible.
Escape was impossible.
The minutes ticked by in silence.
The minutes ticked into hours.
Night fell deep and dark.
Robin opened his eyes. His pupils widened at the sight of the bars before his face.
He tried to turn his head.
Tried to pull his hands away from the wall.
Tried to arch his body from the wall.
Tried to wiggle.
Tried to kick the wall.
All to no avail. He couldn’t move.
And he was hungry.
‘SELLTA! GET ME THE HECK OUTTA HERE! HEEEEEYYYY! CAN YOU FREAKIN’ HEAR ME OR NOT? HELP ME! GET ME OUT! ISELLTA!
His stomach grumbled. Hunger panged.
Robin furiously struggled.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t I can’t I won’t freakin’ go through this again! ‘sellta, please. Please come to me. Don’t let me go through this hell all o’er again. Please! My beautiful Isellta. Come to me. Please come to me. Get me outta here.
He gave up and closed his eyes.
I can’t do this on my own.
His mouth trembled behind the hard metal.
I need you to help me, ‘sellta. Please. Please come to me. I’m here.
I’m freakin’ right here.