#CHAPTER 134: Guilt

CHARLES The dungeons were a torture chamber of the worst sort. All I knew now was darkness and silence, and I could feel it eating away at my very soul. I had no idea if I had become nocturnal. There was never any daylight down here, so I had no way of knowing if I was still sleeping at night or not. The ever-pressing darkness closed in around me, snuffing out any gleam of hope or happiness it could find. The others in the dungeons were kept far away from me. I wondered if that was my brother’s doing, if he was afraid that if I had access to a literally captive audience, I could somehow start another revolution. It wasn’t like the first one had gone well. Despite the fact that I had raised such a massive army, we had still fallen at the hands of Felix and those noble, good-hearted heirs to the throne. Bastards. I hated the lot of them. Still, during that maybe-nighttime when I was drifting off to sleep, I thought about all the things I had done. I s