˙ VALKYRIE

The prison wall was thick and the height unimaginable, yet it wasn't enough to block the screams and shouts coming from the outside.

My ears pricked up, and my heart fell heavily.

What's happening?

I stood before the small window, thinking of ways I could catch a glimpse of the outside when I heard my name.

I quickly turned and saw the carriage man—Gerald. His hands held a bunch of keys and my eyes widened as he knotted them in the keyhole.

“What's happening? What are you ...