Chapter 19
Njall
Amoan escaped me as Elva’s nails scratched down my back. Her soft body was pinned between me and the bed, her legs wrapped around mine as I thrust my cock into her. My name tumbled from her lips, a desperate whisper, as I kissed her hard, one hand gripping her bottom—
“Wake up!”
I jolted upright and fell off the cot. I watched dazed as a plate hit the ground near my head. A pair of buns rolled off of it onto the dirt, as the iron door to my cell clanged shut.
I walked to the iron bars, gripping the cold metal as I peered down the tunnel.
The guard who brought my food was gone, and the area was deserted, as usual.
Only one tiny torch provided a sliver of light to illuminate the pittance of food they’d left for me.
It was two stale, slightly burned buns, a single mug of warm ale, and a mystery meat sausage that would either be so bland it had no taste, or so tough I wouldn’t feed it to a dog.
In the corner was a small wooden slat bed with an old wool blanket on it.
The other far-off corner had a bucket of water for occasional cleaning, and a rusted old bucket for waste.
I'd only seen a handful of rats so far. In my father's castle, this would have been a luxurious cell, considering that I was its only occupant.
They even emptied the bucket twice a week.
I couldn't believe that this is where I’ve been living for the past few weeks.
I kicked the dirt wall and heard a rip.
“Ferflucs!” A piece of my tunic was caught on the iron bars.
I reached around and discovered the tear extended down my back.
This is why I hated my royal clothes. The fabric could be as soft as it wanted, but if it couldn’t stay together, it was useless.
Sighing, I grabbed the food and went over to the bed to sit.
I sniffed the sausage and squeezed it between my fingers.
Today was a good day—it had some softness, so although it would be bland, at least it was edible.
I took a large bite and chewed slowly, trying to trick my body into thinking I was eating much more than I was.
After polishing off my food, I flipped the plate around, examining it from every angle.
There was one area that seemed to be thinner, so I scraped it against a stone in the wall until the edge was thinned out like a blade.
Making sure I was still alone, I shoved my bed aside to reveal the tunnel I had started a few days ago.
I knew it would take weeks, if not months, to get out of here, but if my father’s army was going after my sister, I would have plenty of time.