15 October, 1345.
Stormhold Castle,
The walled city of Rothwell,
Capital of Myknos.
Prince Nicolas Alexander Tutton
"Took you long enough." He mused, "Now let's move. My sister's guards will be upon us soon."
"Yes. Lets." He said hurriedly, suddenly eager to get out of this cell before that became a reality.
He tried to stand but staggered back to the floor groaning at the pain and cursing at his weakness. He hadn't used his legs in so long and his muscles protested as he tried to stand again. His vision doubled and he had to fight the urge to vomit.
What Khasi had been giving him, he wondered because even when he had been down with the fever, he had never felt this helpless. His joint creaked as he moved, his head spun and he had this odd feeling in his chest like someone was squeezing his lungs.
