Of course. How could I have been so stupid?
Victor casually pushes her into the dungeon. It smells of hot earth and piss. She groans in frustration and lashes out, but the door closes with a sound click. It's dark, cramped and humid. Slabs of thick stone on all sides leave a suffocating taste in her throat. I am a hexenbiest. Focus. Easy as knife on butter.
She channels her rage and woges.
Her scream does more damage to her eardrums than the wall. Somehow the wall deflected any attempt to inflict damage, as if enchanted. A hexenbiest prison, brilliant. She puts her hands on her face and laughs. Laughs at her stupidity. Motherhood has made me weak. Pathetic. The Royals had always wanted Diana fron the beginning, and she was just a vessel. Of course they don't have her, if they did, Victor would have never let me come.
She finds no comfort in the thought of Diana in the Resistance's hands. After all, the child will always be a pawn, unless given a fighting chance at a normal life, however short it may be. A chance your mommy and daddy never had. A chance to make better decisions, a better life.
They bring her bland goop to eat that she doesn't touch. Soon the madness of hunger will push her to breaking point, but Adalind is determined to die resisting.