Marix had awoken in one of the dark dungeon cells at his estate. His guards had been replaced by royal guards, who apologized to him daily for the situation but they were under orders from the King.
His head throbbed painfully from where he'd been hit and he rubbed it with his hand in an attempt to relieve it.
He had never been on the other side when it came to this dungeon of his and as he spent his time there, he only continued to think about Eilownia more and more.
Despite the season's weather heating up, the dungeon remained cold. His back ached from the hard stone floors and the dim lights were bothering his eyes for such a prolonged period of time.
At the very least, he was given three meals a day although they were on a much smaller scale than what he was used to, and he was allowed water whenever he wanted.
He sat on the floor with one knee to his chest and his arm resting over it. He leaned against the wall and rested his head against it.
