He'd take it.
At least twice a week now they'd come storming down and pull his shackles out. His bare feet dragging along the dungeon floors until they brought him to a familiar room. He was convinced now that Rollin kept him around as a punching bag.
Silently he'd take the insults and slurs, the punches, the canes, the flogger, and more.
But he'd learn to silence his voice through it all.
To the point where the Crowned Prince no longer got his satisfaction from it.
But for Galen, he'd learn something new every time.
How Tetran was struggling with their offensive Eostrun.
How cunning the elves were in outsmarting their advanced maneuvers.
What broke Galen's heart was to hear how they were setting the Werenluna ablaze.
Each time, Ike would figure out a way to ensure he was a part of the escort to drag Galen back to his prison. A discrete vial in hand to ensure Galen could recover from the more egregious wounds Rollin would inflict.
But this one had a message wrapped around it.
It was enough for Galen to look up at Arthur and pale at what it had said.
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Of Ashes and Wind
FantasyAdults tend to fear things they do not understand. Phoenix Stroud was born with a unique trait - she had parts of both a girl and a boy. Something she never realized was a secret until one spring when the other children found out. Seeing the distres...
