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Upon her reentrance, the heathen dame grabbed her daughter by the arm and pulled the gruesome wretch away from the bed and sleeping Lady. The fatal hand of the mother strangled the younger's wrist as she whispered low to what death the queen should succumb. The repulsive child listened to her matron's cunning with an almost sexual satisfaction, for the young one's lips curled in such a wicked quirk at the vehemence the witch had spoken--a nod as her approval of the venture.
They lifted the weary maid from the linens, now soiled in dried blood and damp from earlier sweat, and dragged the body to the dungeons below the castle grounds. Deep into the bowels of that dank crypt where skeletons rotted, meat still decaying on their ribs despite the brittle dust of the skin that covered them. A place where the glow of the sun and sibling moon never touched the frosted stone, light never cast.
They pulled her body through the corpses' ash, curses shrieking from the carcasses' souls now long forgotten as her figure, limp and beyond its will, disturbed their profane relics. These two abandoned her in a cell even devoid of the dead men's company, only darkness her cellmate when they shackled her to the stone. Between the limestone's cracks the rodents dwelled, fed on the muscle they tore from the limbs of their fellow, human inmates in adjacent cells to this one, whether alive or dead. It made no difference to them.
The witch and spawn left her there to die alone, unknowing of her family's fate, for no one would ever find her in that labyrinth that was the palace dungeons.