Chapter 120. The Smell of Freedom

Brielle 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 more. The room was silent for a long time until one of the guards spoke up again. “Master Draken and Lord Darius are…”

Brielle’s heart sank when she heard Darius’s name.

“Goodness gracious please, let nothing happen to him…” The words came out of her mouth unexpectedly, almost in prayer, and a stray tear streamed down her left cheek.

The guards resumed discussing, but this time in quiet tones, as if frightened Brielle would hear them. It irritated her, a