A woman descended into the torchlit corridor, wearing emerald silk.
Her dark hair was perfectly arranged despite the journey, and her green eyes took in the scene with the kind of analytical precision that missed nothing.
"Mother, they hadn't given their real names yet, and the younger one." Elina spat to the side.
"He acts like this is all entertainment."
"Mmm." That was Selene's only response.
"They are completely unhinged."
They reached the cell door.
Selene looked through the bars at the two figures inside—Alaric now sitting casually on one of the pallets, Fredrick standing with his arms crossed.
Selene sighed deeply.
"Yes," she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "They are absolutely terrifying."
Then she turned and gestured to the nearby guard.
"Open the door."
The guard hastily unlocked the cell.
Selene moved deeper into the cell and settled onto the opposite pallet with practiced grace, her emerald silk dress arranging itself around her like liquid shadow.
