BRIELLE'S POV

"What is happening?" Brielle overheard the question, as many guards entered the cell with troubled expressions.

"There is a very big problem." One of them spoke, and despite her weakness, Brielle managed to stretch her ears enough to hear what they were saying.

"Which is? Can someone fucking talk to me?" Another guard inquired, and the whip in his hand tumbled to the floor. It fell with a resounding thud, and the sound echoed off the cell walls.

The air seemed to cool even ...