Chapter 51: Shocking News
The sound of water hitting the ground in rhythmic drops was the first sound that I woke up to. My eyelids fluttered open and the only thing my eyes could make out was nothing but darkness. The dense odor of damp earth and iron filled my nostrils as I regained consciousness. I raised myself up from the ground trying to sit up but my body protested sending sharp aches of pain, especially in my arm. I still managed to pull myself in a sitting position.
Breathing heavily, I turned to inspect my arm only to see to see that a new bandage now that replaced the bloodied one that had been soaked earlier. Someone had come in to take care of me when I was passed out.
Apparently, Reagan still cared enough not to let me pass out in my old blood! I thought to myself as sighed heavily as I leaned against the dungeon. My stomach soon grumbled, the sound echoing in the dungeon. Perfect, just perfect! The increasing list of problems now included food hunger.
I heard a click, the distinctive metallic sound of a key in the iron lock darkness. My body instantly turned rigid, my instincts at alert despite my tiredness. A thin beam of orange light spilled into the damp cell when the door opened.
"My lady." A soft voice called out.
Heather! I immediately stood up from the ground as Heather entered the cell, carrying a tray of food in one hand. She set it down on the floor before we stood there staring at each other for a minute and before we knew it, we were crossing the cell to go and hug each other.
Enclosing me in her arms, Heather broke into a sob. "Oh my lady, I’m so sorry."
"No, no, no, hush now." I said soothingly as I eased away from her, "How is it going out there?" I asked her.
Sniffing, Heather stared up at me. "Surprisingly fine, no one has any idea that you are in here." She told me while I frowned in confusion, "I do not think anyone knows you are in here and I think Sir Reagan doesn’t want anyone to do either because he hasn’t said a word."