Pakistan sultanate, Dungeon of Lahore fort, 31 march 1557.
'Splash!'
"Ha! Huf... Huff!" Shahrokh gasped, jerking awake as cold water splashed across his face. His vision swam in the dim light, only able to make out the flickering shadows of torch flames far in the distance. Two figures loomed before him, but his sight remained blurry.
He instinctively tried to rub his eyes but quickly realized his hands were bound. The rough weight of shackles tightened around his wrists, neck, and legs. Taking slow, deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down. As the haze gradually lifted, his surroundings came into focus.
Standing in front of him was Bairam Khan, stroking his pointed beard. His bald head gleamed under the faint light. Beside him, a masked figure dressed in dark clothing remained still.
