Dungeon
*Benjamin's POV*
The men started to cover the small baskets with sand and my heart broke, inch by inch. We placed these little gravestones with the names Jaya and Jacob on them.
Everything felt like a blur. There was not much of the funeral that I witnessed after that.
Residing, making my way to my palace wing, I smashed several chandeliers, antique vases and what not. Palace staff tried to calm me down. I had almost expected my grandfather to come and stop me, but he did not.
When I entered my bedroom, I quickly turned around and ran through the halls. Instead of taking the elevator, I took the stairs, all the way down to the dungeon.
Breaking things was not enough to satisfy the rage within me.
"You," I said to one of my guards. "Let me in that cell," I told him. "Your majesty," the guards said starlet by my unannounced visit down here.
To be honest. I had never been here. The air smelled damp and it was cold.