Editing Prompt September 2021 (section)

== Katie Persenaire ==
“Even the most beautiful places turn dark during the night” she thought “Why did it have to go black like this? I’m a captive of the enemy in the only place I thought was good.” Trina was in a room that had once been a part of a castle. The stone walls used to be so warm and protective. The silver laced furniture was cheery and bright. Even her small servant’s quarters were destroyed now. The only room still standing, the great hall, was coal black. The familiar fire didn’t glow anymore, the thrones didn’t seat the nobles any longer. The room was full of workers and villagers who had been captured while they were fleeing the new fortress of the enemy. She had been a worker in the scullery, doing what she liked to do best, helping the cooks with their work. They had surrounded the castle and ordered the nobles out. The High prince had come willingly, almost as if he had planned for this to happen. The queen and her children soon followed. But the king didn’t come. Soldiers went in and, she winced at the thought, they had killed him. She had fled to the back tower, hoping that she could escape. She could hardly remember what happened next. And now she was here in the black and lonely hall. She heard a few sets of footsteps. A small door cracked open. A crack of light spilled over the smooth marble floor. A soldier stepped through, then two more. The first had a more elaborate uniform, he was probably a commander of some sort. They turned on a light near the end of the great room. Her eyes fluttered to stay open when it came on, the light seemed much brighter than it really was. One of the lesser soldiers went over to the grand fireplace and let a warm glow settle over everything. The men worked their way up the lines of people that they had set there what felt like days ago, even though it had only been eight hours. They seemed to inspect everyone, as if evaluating them. They came to her and stood for about thirty seconds, then nodded. They might be planning to sell her back in their country. A fear lifted, at least they can’t be planning to hurt me too badly if they want to sell me. She hoped what she just thought was true.