The Chair

I couldn’t keep track of time while being held in that chair. For a while, I could feel a sense of pain that was almost numbing and at the same time draining on all level. I wonder if Prince had returned and if he knew I was in danger of getting burned to death as soon as the sun shines in through that wall.

I kept comforting myself with thought of the Prince over and over again. Was he back and looking for me or did he already know where I was and was coming to rescue me.

I thought about the king too. If he could see me getting burned by this shackles, all his doubts will be gone. He'd let me burn without a second thought and Prince would not be able to do anything to save me from the hands of nature.

I squirmed and groan under my breath as another wave of pain surge through my ankles after I moved them slightly. I haven’t seen Logan since, prompting me to wonder where he had been.

Was he hurt as well? Or looking for me as well.

At this point? My mind was swimming with endless though