Chapter 128 - 3.68 Regret
As Lu Yizhou and Oliver were engaged in heart-stuttering intimacy behind the enclosed space of their room, Ryan roused awake from his deep slumber. His mind was groggy and it took him a while to register that he was laying on a flat, hard and cold surface with an unfamiliar dark ceiling staring back at him. Pain wrecked through his entire body and he groaned as he forced himself to sit up.
A mocking huff sounded not far from him, the sound was akin to cold water that chilled him down to the bones. "Awake?"
He whipped his head around in extreme shock and had little to none regard for the crack on the back of his neck. He couldn’t believe his eyes. "How..." He stuttered, lips trembling as the words died down in his throat. Dread crawled up his spine. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost, which prompted a small giggle from Rosemane who was locked in the cell opposite his. No, no, no, this couldn’t be happening. Ryan’s heart galloped madly in his chest as he took in his surroundings in panic. Low ceiling, limited lights, rows of locked narrow rooms and transparent doors; he had heard of this place before. Built right underneath the Royal Palace and was used to lock up criminals who were considered a threat to the country, the famous dungeon where eight out of ten criminals were sentenced with death while the other two lifetime imprisonment...
The Royal Dungeon, that was where Ryan was in now.
He hastily stood up — stumbling in the process — and came face-to-face with Rosemane, the only thing separating them was two transparent doors that were zapping with purple electricity and a narrow hallway. He ignored the faint dampness that seeped through the bandage around his thigh. His wounds must have been reopened again. "W—Why am I here?! How do I get here?!"
The horse omega looked nothing like the Princess he remembered her to be. His mane was messy and frizzy, skin no longer as smooth and luscious, body clad only in a simple, almost tattered dress. And her eyes... There was something manic and cruel within them that prompted Ryan to look away.
"I don’t know." Rosemane shrugged then giggled again.
Ryan shuddered out of disgust and fear.
Back then, he had woken up soon after the guard hauled him out of the cathedral along with Rosemane, head still numb from the aftermath of the stun gun. The bomb had exploded right behind him. Too close, too strong and it sent him and the guards flying a few meters away. He crawled his way out through the chaos, slipping between broken debris and glass fragments with desperation when the guards were ordered to rescue those who were trapped underneath the building.