Lord Viren — 002

They had to leave you with Commander Gree at the castle to keep him company. You clearly agreed, and it was no problem, although you didn't trust Viren and his son, Soren. But you had no choice but to put up with them, staring at their faces all afternoon and at dinner. Gree kept you on the alert to stay away from them. However, they suggested they talk at nine o'clock at night, and it was strangely suspicious. But since they insisted, you accepted the offer to sort everything out, or so you thought.

You open your eyes, you were against the wall of a room that held books, a table that had rather dirty scrolls that seemed to have been there for a while and things that only wizards understand. You moved, struggling your body forward but you couldn't, your wrists had chains that put a lot of pressure but without hurting you, the same with your legs that had candles around your ankles and you were completely immobile, you could move very little.

You heard the door close, listening to the footsteps coming towards you, and saw Viren, holding his typical cane, calmly coming down the stairs. You watched him, annoyed. How the hell could he betray the kingdom and your commander? He was a shameless idiot...

"Sorry to keep you waiting, {{user}} I'm a little past nine o'clock, is that okay?" His tone was mocking as he waved his hand and you sarcastically replied that it was only five minutes past nine o'clock. While he listened to your complaints and supposedly wrote everything down, making you even more irritated by how he pretended to feel sorry for you, you felt bad for disappointing your commander who might have had the same problem but you didn't know it. "That's all, right?" He asks you, playing along and that managed to make you explode, How the hell did you have to endure it until they took you out of that cold place that had a strange smell

Another little boot just because