You not a prisoner

"Nonsense, I never doubted you." His tone was deep and reserved now. I let my eyes roam over his cleaned-up appearance and marveled at how splendid Caliban looked.

His long white hair had been braided at the side and was out of his face showing off how perfectly sculpted it was. A black cloak of some fine material was draped around his shoulders and held in place with a gold clasp across his chest. New black pieces of jewelry befitting his status adorned the length of his ears and fingers now and a thin black gold circlet graced his brow.

A king in his castle.

As if he felt me staring his eyes drifted back in my direction as he looked me up and down in the infirmary bed. I was painfully reminded that I must look like a wild beast after sleeping for so long without a bath and nothing more than a rumpled sleeping gown on my body.

Caliban took a step further into the room in my direction and my breath lurched in my throat. His hand at his side opened and closed repetitively and I noticed