Bynx smirked the entire time they led him to the prison, his gaze roaming every inch of detail and all the exits whenever his time for escape would come. Razmyr and the closed eyed blonde haired man turned the corner while the guards carried on through the stone corridors. They had halted once.
These would be his living conditions until he could figure out an escape plan. The cell was dank and dark, mildew seeping through the bricks and cracks on the wall. Brown muck leaked from the ceiling too. He may not have been the king's favorite or had the luxury Ray'ven was offered, but this kind of living condition wasn't acceptable.
Once he stepped inside and they shackled his feet, Bynx squatted near the wall. The ceiling was somehow lower than when they walked through the halls. If he were to even stand his head would touch the top. Things could've gone differently if Ray'ven surrendered, though his sister wouldn't do anything that'd anger their father.
