Casimir was left in darkness in the Autumn Court's dungeon which had become a prison for his body, mind and soul. They had deprived him of food and sleep for three days and sought to crush his will to fight back.
His wrists still bore the silver bracelets and every part of him ached from the beatings, to the starvation, and the constant demand for answers from him. As they threw numerous questions at him in order to uncover more weaknesses in his reign if not in his armies and troops.
He thought of Caroline once again, his sweet innocent wife. Her face was his only comfort amidst such torture and for her he would endure more of it. If his body and mind allowed him to.
The only thing keeping him going was the fact that she was safe even if she was not in his realm.
He knew Cyrus was a man of honour and he would not ill treat her or touch her. He had promised he would return for her.
