Conquest { VIII }

Morning arrived pretty quickly, and the sun was already active, hanging in the bright sky and smiling over the world as usual, illuminating it with its divine, brilliant glow.

In Glenwood prison, Liara could be seen sitting on the ground inside the rough and dimly lit cell. The only light sneaking into the room was filtering through a few small holes in the walls.

Liara now looked way better and healthier than she had several hours ago. Her eyes were no longer lifeless and dim like someone who had given up on life but were now filled with hope and a willingness to continue living. Her pale expression had become rosy and healthy.

Though her face still displayed an uncomfortable expression, there was a hint of willingness in her features.

She could still recall the interaction from several hours ago with Ren. She had mistaken him for one of the vile and lustful men of Glenwood, but she had been proven wrong.