The heavy iron door swung open and slammed against the stone wall of the small room. The deafening boom of the door echoed through the cold moss-covered cell. Small fragments of dust and stone showered down from the ceiling. The cell was not a large space, only measuring six by four strides. A mixture of piss, mud, sweat, and blood covered the stone floors; causing a foul odor to fill the air. The light that flooded into the cell only highlighting the filthy state of the prison. An empty tin plate - that once held stale bread and molded cheese - lay discarded on the floor next to an overturned tin cup.
Amongst the dirt and grim, sat a statue-like girl. She had a petite frame, accented by malnourishment. With her back pressed against the stone wall, she sat with her legs crossed and her eyes closed. Dirt smeared across her face and her body. Her long midnight blue hair matted with dirt and oil. From under her hair, the sharp-pointed tips of her ears poked out, marking her as fae.
For Lady Railynn Leona Tal, daily guard visits had become expected. Being a prisoner of Arden had done little to quiet the wildness that lurked inside her. The horrible prison was known for breaking its captives. Even the makeup of the walls, made from both iron and stone, was made to hold and weaken faeries. Some were even driven mad by the iron.