Artemisia

I dress up into a sundress before sprinting after them. I follow my mate’s voice that booms through the mansion as his brothers are carrying him into the main mansion and downstairs.

Pushing through the crowd that forms on the stairs and in the halls to watch the spectacle, I reach the ground floor without catching up with them.

As I stand in front of a heavy steel door that has been left ajar, I feel goosebumps rising on my skin.

The dungeons.

Gulping, I start descending the ...