Book 2: The Long Wait

Lex

The days blur together in that dark cell. I can barely do anything but sleep. Somebody brings me blood on occassion. My ribs are broken, and they are trying to heal, but I need more blood.

My nose has healed, and it feels crooked, which will marr my looks forever if I don’t have it reset soon. There are bruises on my torso that make it hard to rest. Whenever I move in my sleep, the broken ribs and the bruises awaken me with pain. I’ve never been this uncomfortable in my life.

I pay attention to what I can in my cell. The tiny window is too high for me to reach, but it’s the only thing that can tell me about the passage of time. The guards change a few times a day, and that’s usually when a servant brings me a pitifully small goblet of blood. No one wants to talk to me, and they place the tray with the goblet on the ground before closing the cell door quickly.

I try to bribe the guards, but they laugh at me. I offer the expensive watch Kan