Spear vs Sword
Sunny Graver woke in a dark, dingy cell.
"Fuck … I'm so bored …"
It had been a week. Perhaps. He couldn't really tell time. No window wide enough to get him a glimpse of the sky. Let alone a clock.
"I should have just killed the Queen there," he grumbled to himself, once again musing about that meeting with the Queen.
He ruffled his blond locks as he got up. He stretched and yawned, scratching his butt. This prison was far from his standards. Even if the King was too stingy to build a decent prison for his captives, at least, the guards should provide running water.
Of course, hygiene was not in the forefront of their minds.
"No wonder there's so many sick people here," he grumbled again, remembering the days he spent in the local infirmary with a red and white kitsune mask on his face. Also the time where he had to assassinate a few members of the high ranking families for vengeance after their policy made clean water more scarce.