Arthur jolted awake at the sound of metal grating against the floor of his cell.
His tears had long since dried and his hands and feet had already gone numb from the cold. His mind had gone silent, embraced by the warmth of his phoenix and bond.
The two beings had gone quiet and allowed the prince to hurt. When the room finally opened, letting in the first slivers of light he'd seen in a while, three people stood on the other side of the door.
One was the King, one was his brother, Gray… and the other caused Arthur's eyes to open wide in shock. Arthur shook his head and pinched his forearm but the 'apparition' would not go away.
Darius chuckled and walked in, "You're not dreaming, doofus."
Arthur stood up and embraced his friend, not caring for the clinking sound of metal as he moved with his shackles, "At least, it's not the IceCube."
