Monotony, the princess had to come to know in her extended stay in the dark dungeons, was her first and foremost adversary. Most of the time she sat huddled all by her lonesome, refusing to participate in the obscene nature taking place at the center of the chamber. Idle hands truly are the devil's workshop, for whatever it was that they did with her had been working its way around her mind like some festering parasite.
She breathed in and out, her body a festering kiln of clashing thoughts and emotions. There was nothing to do but just wait there in the shadows. Was this what the priestesses planned for her? For the shadows to take her heart, mind and soul and be rendered like the perverts at the middle of the chamber, fornicating their days away?
This was a cruel and twisted fate they have concocted. Avelina fears that she would lose her mind listening on the constant moans of her fellow inmates.
But her fate was not entirely grim. Every now and then Sybilla would come and sit with her, just to have some actual civil conversation. It was in this talks that Avelina came to know of Sybilla's story. They talked of simple things, what they liked and what they would do should they ever see the light of day once more.
The nights were cold and thus the nude prisoners were forced to huddle with one another.
In the dark as they slept, Avelina could hear the unmistakable rustling of skin against skin and the soft gasps of passionate moans coming from the lying women.
When she realized that her fellow prisoners were satisfying themselves with one another she was shocked. Did their depravity knows no bounds? She could not fall into slumber and was thus left to stare into the darkness of their prison. Somehow, even the light itself was a bit faded, perhaps to allow sleep? If so they were truly being watched by the priestesses. They must be deriving some sick pleasure in watching the good womenfolk of the realm reduced to nothing but lascivious beasts.
As she stared into the nothingness, sleep eluding her, a faint whisper crept up in her mind. It wasn't intrusive or loud. Just mere whispers. Suggestions. Avelina herself wasn't even aware of it. For her mind was occupied by her woes. She was ever conscious of the rhythmic breath of Sybilla hitting her bare nape, how her thigh was draped across hers and the way her soft, supple breast pressed against her elbow the other woman's nipple a prong tickling her very skin, lighting it aflame.
Avellina's heart thundered in their beats, dousing her cheeks and ear in cherry red hue.
She had never thought to be with another woman. Or any one for that matter, be they man or woman. She had only ever heard it in giggling whispers among the fairer highborn ladies in their gossips. Avelina never much associated herself with those ladies, preferring to engorge herself in the martial ways of the Knightly Order.
Always it was in the service to crown and realm. It was what she had been living for as long as she can remember, looking towards the day where she would be found worthy and given a domain for her to rule. There had been no time for such...distractions.
