gods, how long had he wanted this? how many YEARS had iorweth only j u s t escaped his grasp, eluded him by mere inches? TAUNTED him from the treetops even as the bastard felled his men one by one. but now, the tides had changed. now, VERNON ROCHE was the indisputable w i n n e r.
&& fuck, was it satisfying.
iorweth had been shackled to a cell wall for four days now. the bare minimum of food && water, stripped to just trousers, &&, if vernon knew a thing about his guards && his men, likely treated none too kindly. it had been all he could do not to burst into the cell on the first day just to laugh in his fucking face--but the commander had more experience than that.
&& so it was that on the fifth day, vernon roche finally made his way to iorweth's cell. his boots echoed down the corridor with every step; with a muttered 'at ease', the guards dropped their salutes && unlocked the door for their commander.
vernon strolled inside, carefully assuring his face was neutral; he did not flinch as the iron door shut, && was locked. ❝well, well. look what the cat dragged in.❞
this would be FUN. he hoped iorweth lasted.