Rave opened his eyes, his hands were stretched wide and chained heavy. Looking at the left side, he saw the bulky man. He was down there, chained on a chair and the masked strangers were around him.
He scanned around and saw a shadow on the boxes. Why was the prince delaying? Did he cherish to see him hung and perish?
Oliver was standing in front of the chair when the door went wide and two people came inside. One of them had a female figure still covered her figure not visible who she was. A tall man was beside her but from his boots and sword, Rave could find out they were courtiers.
"Wake him up!"
She ordered, halted beside the men. Her icy eyes averted to the cringed Rave who now was a bit worried.
"Who is that one?"
"A greedy one that brought him to us with his own feet."
Oliver notified.
"Kill him after this one."
