Frederick walked down a dark corridor carrying a wire covered in large metal keys in his leather gloved hands. His feet directed him in the way of a large wooden door covered in marks, some looked like blood stains. On opening the door, a cold breeze hit his face. He barely felt it. He walked on down grey stone steps. The walls were light by flickering torches. He began to walk passed what looked like cells.
The thickly gapped bars made it easier to see people, even though it was terribly dark in this prison.
He walked past them slowly as if looking for something. It seemed as if water was trickling through the ceiling. His shoes sounded thunderous on the stone floor.
He passed a cell with an old man. A cell with a middle aged man. A cell with a very young boy. He continued passing and stared at them with an evil yet fascinated look as if he had caught all these people in a net.
Finally he came to a young girl in a white dress and stopped.

Isabella was sitting with her back to him on a cold stone floor. Water was dripping slowly from just above her head into a dint in the ground.

“Hello White Witch.” the king said. He stuck his hand in through the bar and tapped on the wall. As If he was trying to get the attention of a caged animal. One of his watchers appeared at his side.

Isabella ignored him.

“Are you looking forward to tomorrow witch?” the king jeered.

Isabella could  feel that sick feeling rising again.

“You are lucky. You get to share the day of your death with the day of my coronation. I think it’s a good thing. The people will get two main events in one day.”

The watcher beside him laughed.

“Will you say nothing?” The king sighed.

Isabella still did not move or speak a word.

“Listen,” He said “How about we play a game. You are supposed to be a grand witch. I Will open the door and if you can seduce me, like they say you can. I will not have you killed tomorrow.”

The King turned the key in the Jail door and left it wide open. He stood next to the door.

Isabella turned around and seemed to look right through him. She turned away. She didn’t believe she deserved to live and if she had to die, she would die with some dignity.

The King stood for a few second before getting angry and locking the door again.

“Stupid girl” he mumbled “Let it be a lesson to all of you riff-raff and gypsy scum. If you disobey ME you will be killed. I shall be feared. You have made a great mistake witch.”

He turned on his heels and walked away. His loud footsteps became lower and lower until they disappeared completely.

Isabella leaned onto the cold wall. A warm tear ran down her cheek.
“Please forgive me Alexander.” she whispered.