FINNIAN

It had been days since I locked Arianna in the dungeon. Days of screams echoing against damp walls. Days of blood soaking into rusted chains. We tortured her. Not because I enjoyed it but because I had no choice.

Isolde had come multiple times, each time more furious than the last. She slapped Arianna until her palms bruised. Once, Arianna tried to bite her, but I stopped it with a cold hand. Elsa did the same, their hands flying, fury loud but still… Arianna kept her mouth ...