Still locked up

Meanwhile,

Lydia was taken to Lord Azrael’s manor as promised, but she was not allowed to leave the room she was sent to. She had banged on the door many times and yelled as hard as she could to annoy the vampires and force them to open the door, but that never happened.

Tired, she walked to the bed and fell on it as if life had left her. The only thing that she was grateful for was that she didn't have to stay on a cold floor with silver chains to hold her bound, scalding wherever they touched.

“Who am I kidding? I am still locked up,” Lydia said as anger started to boil up in her again. Where was her father whom she was t9ld requested for her freedom? He didn't just ask that she should be released from the king's prison just to be locked up in a room in their enemy's hands, did he? “That can't be it,” she said to console herself from feeling over something that could only be her mind running wild.