The Girl in Cell 3 (Triple Witching Hour)

Every day SABLE talks to her knight in shining armor, EREN. She says sweet words, tugging at his heart, hoping to steal it. But there is always a barrier between them - a prison cell door. EREN has struck a deal: keep her locked up and his little brother will be out of harms way.

Her cell is inescapable and her placement on death row rises fast. She aims to seduce him and have him break her out. But when truths and lies become one, can she deceive his heart without breaking her own?


18. Chapter 17 - Eren

Eren loved the end of the day. The sun was bleeding at the horizon, the tawny red light washing across all of King’s Pride, drenching the city in a melancholy blanket. The color reminded him of a home in the past; a time when he returned home from the fields after a day’s hard work, a time when the dying rays of the last light meant a warm meal and a meeting friends. 

The stalls were closed, the craftsmen closed their shops, the bakers stretched and the apprentices prepared for next day’s work. 

When Eren hurried down the cobbled streets, men and women turned their heads. As part of his promotion to Senior Officer, he had received a new uniform. His leather breastplate had been replaced by a shiny steel breastplate with the King’s Pride insignia engraved in gold at the front. The lion head's silent roar was noticed by every person who passed. 

Barmaids who had just woken up to prepare for the onslaught of costumers in the evening and stood outside sweeping the doorsteps to their premises, turned their heads when he passed by. He felt their lingering gazes, the curiosity in them, and he turned to them and smiled, admiring their freshly brushed hair, the cleavage that their dresses showed and the fact that they had no destructive magic in their veins. 

But beyond a quick smile, he paid them no attention. Rather, he thought that it was rather curious how a change in uniform could have such a large impact on how others treated him. 

The golden lion on his chest signified his rank and every person was aware of that. There were only three people who were entirely unaffected by his uniform change: his little brother Korin, an old woman, and the witch with the green eyes and blonde hair. 

How quickly a uniform could change how others treat you. 

No matter what uniform he changed to, he was sure that the witch would still want to kill him if her gransia handcuffs were ever released. 

His thoughts stopped for a moment. He did not know her name. Not that it mattered—but he knew the name of every witch in the prison, except hers. 

This bothered him. He made a mental note to find out her name. He would go to her cell the moment he arrived at the barracks to have a good talk with her. Remind her that escape from this prison was impossible. The sooner that gleam in her eyes was gone, the sooner he could sleep without worry. 

But what did King’s Pride want with all those witches? Commanding Officer Reinhard had never told him and refused to answer his question—despite their years of friendship. It was a question that was nagging him, but so long as Reinhard kept Kolin out of the front line draft, then he did not mind a few mysteries. 

“Eren! Get over here!” 

He was startled by the voice. It was a rough, booming voice—like a cannon on the battlefield. The voice belonged to an old woman who needed a stick to stand, but she spoke like a sailor. 

He stopped in the middle of the marketplace and approached the stall that she minded. Her name was Grandma Morai. She was one of the few people from his old village who had also found her way to King’s Pride and settled for a new life here. 

“I see you have a new uniform,” she observed and poked his metal breastplate with her stick. “Fancy that, ey?” 

Eren smiled. She was his oldest friend—literally.

“I hear you have been promoted to Senior Officer,” she said. 

“You are not doing so bad yourself. I hear you have hired some new people. Why are you still working at sundown?”

“I always make sure to close the stall. You never know when these youngsters might try to steal my fruits.” 

Eren took a couple of apples from her stall and handed her a copper coin. He told her that he had to go to the barracks now. Duty awaits. 

“Bring Kolin next time,” she told him with the scratchy voice of a lifelong smoker. She said these words in a boisterous indignant manner, hiding the fact that she missed the two boys. 

“I will.” 

Eren made his way to the barracks. The guard at the front door saluted him. It was the same guard he met when Officer Reinhard first summoned him. This time they did not exchange jokes. They were not of the same rank anymore. 

How quickly a uniform could change how others treat you. 

For a sliver of a moment, Eren felt saddened by the loss of exchange with the guard. 

He headed down the stairs, into the prison. He saluted the men and announced the shift change. Then he stepped towards Sable’s cell. The witch with the green eyes and blonde hair. Alisa’s cell mate. He heard them whispering urgently, desperately, the hushed sounds as clear as a stormy wind in the somber silence of the prison. 

They stopped speaking when he was just three steps away from the cell. He planted himself before the cell door. He raised an eyebrow quizzically. 

“What are you two talking about?” 



A/N:  Almost didn’t make the midnight deadline ^^” Mondays are always hard 


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