“The dungeons are reserved for only those who commit the worst of crimes, like stealing, treason or murder.”
“Or witchcraft,” I added.
“Yes, and witchcraft,” Aegis answered.
I was beginning to wish that I had never asked to visit the dungeons and was about to insist on returning to the palace, when I spotted a large opening at the far end of the tunnel.
“Where does that lead?” I asked, pointing to the archway.
“That leads to the catacombs. I will take you there as well if you like, but keep a tight hold of my arm, as it is truly a dark maze of passageways holding the royal dead. Many have gotten lost down here.”
“Is my family buried there?” I asked, as I secured myself to Aegis’ arm.
“Yes, I will take you to their tomb,” he said, and took a torch from the iron wall sconce.
I was feeling less and less brave, even on the arm of Aegis, as we went past multiple tunnels and stone monuments of varying shapes and sizes. I knew that I would never be able to navigate out of the catacombs without the aegis and his torch. I shivered as our muted footsteps on the damp ground broke the eerie, dark silence.
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