Allicent had been standing in the same position for almost half a day now. Her feet felt sore but she couldn't kneel, not in front of Azazel at least. Her long hair covered most of her face, her eyes cast on the ground all the while.
The chains tied to her were tight around her wrist causing it to go red. But the fact that Azazel was seated on the throne, waiting for her to give up and kneel was what gave her the strength.
He had stilled her powers and kept her a prisoner in what was once her home.
"Is it worth it?" He asked. "You just have to kneel and face your judgement."
Allicent raised her eyes to look at him through her hair. There was nothing but contempt in her eyes.
"Do you remember the days you used to marvel at the beauty of this castle? The days when the underworld trembled at the mention of your name? The lady of the underworld they called you."
"I was young and foolish back then," she retorted.
"Young yes, but foolish, you still are."
