Thousand Years

I know that there are no women in this prison. But what is this woman doing here?

She was standing in front of me with her short black hair and sharp gaze. Her eyes were filled with tears, and her expression was one of pain and anguish. I felt a strange sense of tension as I looked at her, even though I didn't know why.

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, a figure jumped out from behind her. He was a tall, imposing man with horns on his head and a bloody sword in his hand. I recognized him immediately as Ghaith, the one who had been fighting with the twelve commanders.

Ghaith stood up and glared at the woman. "Is this the result of my sacrifice of our son ?" he demanded in a furious voice. He raised his sword and pointed it at the woman's heart.