Felicity's POV

The cell was cold and damp and smelled like rot and old blood. The stone walls pressed in from all sides and the only light came from a single torch burning in the corridor outside. I sat on the hard bench that passed for a bed and stared at the bars that kept me trapped like an animal.

This was all Verity's fault.

Everything had been fine before she showed up. My marriage may have been hell but I had power and a crown and people who bowed when I walked past. Now I had nothing ...