Leaning against the wall, Charles sat on the cold ground. Never in his life had he imagined he would be imprisoned in Revhara's dungeon. Despite being only a few kilometres away from the royal court, the dungeon was still somehow connected to the main building—or so he had heard from the guards who spoke nonstop in the prison during all these hours he had been here.
Looking up at the ceiling, he noticed the disgusting crawling insects. His stomach twisted, nauseous. However, nothing came out even as he tried to throw up. He hadn't eaten—it had been perhaps a day, or more. He couldn't recall properly. Not when he was stuck in this dark place for so long.
The sound of footsteps echoing in the quiet room caught his attention. His eyebrows furrowed, and he turned only to find Ren standing before him. Eyes narrowed, he stared at the man before him, perplexed.
"What are you doing here?.." he asked, his voice low.
