Astrid's POV
It's been three days since we've been here. We've camped in a secluded area between the royal city and the first village of the region next to it.
The prisoner that my oldest brother kept in the dungeon was already recovering well. Things are... better now.
"Big sister, are you okay?" Prince Dylan asks.
He approaches me. I was washing my hands while looking at our citizen who was eating their dinner.
"I am. It's just that I feel so bad for our people. I can't believe my own brother would keep three thousand people in the dungeon, cramp them in each cell."
I gulp and feel the chill in every part of my body. "He even slept with those innocent girls and... let those twisted noblemen and our soldiers took turns on them too. It's just that..."
I can't even breathe while talking about the experiences they told us. He brushes his palm on my back.
