On the first weekend after the civil war ended, the dungeon of Glanton Castle was bone-chilling cold.
The towers of the castle were already flying the Campbell Royal Family's banner, and the bayonets beside the parapet reflected the cold winter light, proclaiming the end of an era.
The victorious sunlight shone on the faces of every patrolling soldier, while opposite them, the servants lining up to leave the castle wore expressions of confusion.
Meanwhile, in the dungeon of the castle.
The air was filled with a damp, moldy smell, along with the silent flow of despair.
The traitors who betrayed the Royal Family were imprisoned here, among them accomplices like Baron Lukeville and the Family Head of the Granston family.
Jelock Campbell sat quietly on the pile of straw in the corner of the cell. He wore no noble knight armor, just a thin prison uniform.
