YEVRAH EVOL

The queen sat on her bed, her hair a mess, and her eyes so red that fire could come out of them. She had never felt so helpless before. The sound of the door unlocking echoed in the room, and she looked up, hopeful for news of her release.

As Damon entered the room, he looked around the room, his face showing his irritation. Everything was either on the floor or broken. It was no argument about whom Prince Ivan had taken after. 

From the first look on his face when he entered, she knew immediately that he had no good news for her. But she didn't want to believe it. 

"Damon, what is happening? Why am I still locked in here?" she asked as she stood up, desperation in her voice.

"I have not received any information regarding your release. The court is still considering the options," Damon replied, his voice calm and steady.