“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