“And here,” said the guide, as he took us around the gloomy dungeon of the ruined palace, “is where the king imprisoned his sons, wives and brothers”
I felt a shudder as I imagined bygone men, women and children. Their only sin was being seen as a threat to the throne.
We were glad to get out of the basement. Outside in the garden in a shady corner, I saw a few stones arranged on top of each other.
“What are those?” I asked.
“Oh! Those are the graves of his dogs. He valued them more.” said the guide.
Written for Friday Fictioneers.
Challenge is to write a story for the photo within 100 words.
Photo credit: Sandra Crook
Word count: 99