The sound of Felicity's voice carried through the chamber, thin at first, then steadier as it echoed off damp stone.
"Rightful citizens of the Iskaris Continent. I, Third Princess of the Vraven Kingdom, Felicity Primrose Amabelle Valorian, wish to tell you something."
The reaction was immediate.
A human man near the front lurched to his feet, chains snapping taut as he grabbed the bars. His eyes stretched wide. "Stop it," he barked hoarsely. "You think this is funny? This is no place to play pretend."
Another laughed. There was something wrong in the way he laughed. "A princess? In a place like this?" He spat to the side. "Say something believable."
A woman sporting many signs of abuse and neglect all over her body scoffed. "The Third Princess? Isn't she like 14 years old? She should be in her royal palace, enjoying her little tea parties."
