8.01.5.3.1-2
Added 2023-03-15 02:00:00 +0000 UTC5.3 Moving out
Assawin smiled to himself. Looking at
his captive totally trapped. Barely
able to move a muscle. HIS gift to
King Nakin. The king was going to
want to believe he had broken the dog
himself and time in the Hell Gate made
that a certainty. But WHO had
captured the truculent prince? WHO
had crushed that rebellion with his
capture? And maybe, after Assawin
had turned his attention on that
farmer boy and found out what was
going on between the two of them.
Assawin had no doubts that a king’s
favours would be streaming his way.
He could affords to smile.
Seur watched with a heavy heart as
a pair of riders mounted up before
Graisingh’s cage. By the gods, what
misshapen fiends were they? They
looked like no had anything in their
head except cruelty. To his Graisingh.
Worry, bitterness, shame and
disappointment, all raced around in
his head. He had failed his prince. He
was standing here helpless seeing him
bundled up into a cage, like some
beast. Less than an animal. To be
taken away from him. Whatever
vainglorious hope Seur might have
held that he could rescue his prince
that was being wrenched away.
Would be ever see Graisingh again?
And what were they going to subject
him to? If this humiliation in the cage
was anything to go by, his Master
had hard times ahead.
