Lauritz was in the guards' mess hall, enjoying a bowl of cereal with milk and chocolate.
While the guards drank from their mugs full of coffee, that dark, steaming, bitter liquid like nothing the little guard had ever tasted in his life, he smiled as he played with the rice flakes that floated through the brownish liquid.
Every now and then, the boy-guard would take a generous spoonful of his breakfast into his mouth, smiling broadly as he felt the sweet taste and contrasting texture of the milk and the crunchy rice flakes breaking under his teeth.
Cereal with milk and chocolate was Lauritz's only real happiness, in that place isolated from the world and Sabaid that was Hollowood.
After all, geniuses were often adored or rejected by their peers.
