We'll Always Have Paris (1 pic) Art and text courtesy of nyctophobia11 - https://www.deviantart.com/nyctophobia11 The only respite Sarena got during her gruelling day was a few hours at night, when the Wahat rested by decree. However, her captors denied her the little comforts afforded to other denizens of the dungeon. Her chains were always a little too short to allow her to rest, forcing her arms to be stretched at an uncomfortable angle. And when the warmth of the stones heated by the desert sun faded, she found herself shivering in the cold of her stone cell. The guards would not even give her rags to cover herself with. All she had in her low ceilinged stone cell was a small window near the top which gave her a little view of the clear desert night sky. And like every night since she first woke up in Wahat Muqmira, she had a guest when her eyes opened, one who always remained in the shadows. ‘I almost feel sorry fo...
