DAHLIA POV
My whole body trembled violently from the cold and my limbs ached a lot. My back feels like it was splitting into two, the wounds from the whip burned with the tiniest movement and the only thing I could do was to curl into a ball in my little corner. After the guards picked me up, they threw me into the cell where I shared it with few of the other prisoners.
When I had heard that they would be taking me out of that dark cell I was slightly elated. I was at least not going to hear the sound of my thoughts anymore. I didn't put up a fight as I was moved to the cell. But it turns out that the other prisoners had few bones to pick with me. My status wasn't a secret as I would have hoped it would be. The people knew who I was, the daughter of the mad king who terrorizes kingdoms.