As the good knight's rich voice filled the hall and bounced off the walls, Celaena grimaced. While she knew many to use on others, loud noises was one way to torment her due to the sensitivity of her pointy ears. “Are you done?” she asked. “Move then.” Leading the way, she walked into the hall. Beyond the door halfway down the hall and to the left was the stairs that would start their descent to the dungeon.
“So, did you forget to put your bottoms on because you were so late? Or you just prefer it this way?” The elf teased as she held the door for her dear helper. About Joana, things certainly curved and widened quite a bit below the waist. It would have been awfully fun to work on this loyal dog as a jailbird. Or was it more of a wolf? Intriguing regardless. “Too bad you weren't sent here because of a dishonourable act instead of helping me.”
“Not afraid, are you?” Sunlight failed to penetrate into underground regions of the castle. It naturally got darker, colder, and moist. One could have easily lost one's sense of time down there. Blazing sconces and candles illuminated the place. Finally, Celaena slowed down upon arriving at an iron door. An armoured guard controlled the access through it. When he spotted the royal tormentor, he nodded and opened the door.
“Good night,” the guard greeted the two as the elf strode past him and entered the dungeon. And he didn't mind stealing a glance at her from behind. “One of these days, it’ll be me Lena!” The guard set his eyes on the supple knight, whom their lovely Queen had commissioned instead. He offered a nod to Joana as well, waiting to close the door after the dog knight.
“No. You won't,” Celaena responded to his little banter before he could. “And it's morning by the way.”
This was the topmost floor of the dungeon, reserved for people who worked there. Something of a common room. The cells and other less lovely places were below it. Celaena turned on her heel, facing her one-day partner. “So… The primary punishment method we use here. Say you didn't wear those cute little red knickers? But your bum still looked red? Are you getting it?”
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