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Prologue
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He wasn't supposed to be sitting here in the dark, alone, chained to a dank and damp cell wall. A prisoner in his own home… And yet here he was, listening to the annoying drips of water fall relentlessly onto the floor. He sighed and banged his head against the concrete. At least it wasn't actually dripping onto him.
Drip.
Drip…
…Drip.
He spoke too soon.
How did he get to this place in his life? What did he do to deserve this? Sure he may not have been the most moral person in the world, but still. He had lied before, sure, who hadn't? But he had never stolen anything before. Never had a reason to. Usually got what he wanted anyway. He had lusted, but he was a young healthy man, it was perfectly normal.
He never killed anybody. That had to count for something right? He wasn't a saint but he wasn't a bad person either.
But for whatever reason, his so called past sins had caught up to him, and now karma was in process.
He frowned at the soreness in his wrists, held in the awkward angle of being up in the air. He lifted his arms trying to relieve some pressure, but only succeeded in making the metal chains rattle.
Once upon a time he had the world at his fingertips, well, at the very least his kingdom. He supposed he was a benevolent enough ruler. He himself had never received any complaints. Not until him at least.
A snap of the fingers, that was all it usually took, and someone would scurry to do his bidding.
Food? Yes, your majesty.
Entertainment? At once your highness.
Love? Family? Happiness? We're sorry, Sire. We can't do that.
He scoffed out loud at that. Okay, maybe that last one was made up. A memory of green eyes filled his vision, and he tried to quell the heartache that accompanied it. Maybe he did make up that last part, still didn't mean he didn't want it.
But apparently, as someone told him not that long ago, he always got what he wanted. And now he was getting what he deserved.
TBC...