THE KING IN THE NORTH

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Her eyes still wide open but now pink from crying. Selene stood closest to the cell door with her injured fists on either side. The cell was dark and empty and it smelled of sweat and sick effects, she had to hold her breathe severally as the wind would blow in through the high windows and circulate the foul smell. It was no doubt the day for the trial. She had heard the murmurs and failed attempt of escape from the Riverlands as they were led to the empty hall. The room wasn't as dark when the early morning shafts streamed in, she could see where the mound of hay was which smelled urine and the marshland receptacle that sat at the other corner of the room. Selene had learnt that her angry yells would only wear her voice out and her pounding on the bar ended her up with wounded knuckles. With cognizance veritably much alert to her girding, Selene was quick to descry the approaching steps. She backed down from the door and shielded her sensitive eyes as the door opened. The nurse stood