Lucian's POV
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His desire for distance from everything and everyone led him to somewhere he hadn't visited in years.
The royal dungeons.
It was underneath the palace, down a flight of steps twisting through a stereotypical dark tunnel. The tunnel was filled with stale air, heavy in the lungs.
When Lucian got to the end of the stairs, his eyes met a large corridor filled with primitive looking silver barred prison cells to his left and right.
Guards stood watch at each cell, the corridor lit up by dull white crystals embedded on the walls.
The guards turned their heads to him and immediately straightened their postures, bowing before him.
"Good day, Alpha Prince."
But he ignored that, merely waving once before clearing his throat.
"There was a new prisoner brought in here earlier today. Where's her cell?" He queried, squinting.
Prisoners began howling just then, making provocative noises and stretching their necks and hands through the metal bars.
