Gao Silian, starved, parched with body battered near breaking point, rouses from his restless rest. The prison cell in which he stays is dark and damp, filth permeating in the air. His arms, shackled to the wall, are suspended and leave his muscles numb with lasting soreness.
Commotion rouses and he can hear the guards shouting. He perks up, confusion cutting through the muddle of pain that clouds his thoughts. A familiar figure is seen rattling the lock the holds his cell closed.
"…Your Highness?" Gao Silian squints and wonders mayhaps his eyes deceive him.
But it is indeed the second prince, Li Zixuan who smashes the lock into pieces. He wears that telltale scowl on his face, the one that he dons when he's agitated and impatient, muttering beneath his breath.
Gao Silian reels. Perhaps he's hallucinating, madness onset from torture and malnutrition.
