when shadow swallows the sun | hadrian & godric
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Hadrian had woken up after a few guards doused him with a cold bucket of water. He gasped, naturally, as the sudden change in temperature had him in shock for a few moments until he was fully alert of the situation that he was in. “Wake up!” one of the guards barked at him, lazily tossing the now emptied bucket to the side.
Hadrian sat himself up, using a hand to shake some of the water out of his hair so it could dry faster and wanting to be rid of the wet clothes that now clung to him. “Nothing like a n-nice cold shower in the morning, eh?” he offered back with a smug smile that covered his chattering teeth. The cold water might have been a blessing to most who now resided in the king’s stuffy dungeons, but Hadrian had always boded better in the heat than in the cold.
“Go on and hold on to your jokes, boy, but a sense of humor is always the last thing to survive a place like this.”
“Duly noted,” Hadrian replied, giving the guard a mock salute. He had been contained within his small cell alone since Alice and her men dumped him there for day, and never once had any of the guards bothered to open his cell as they did now, which only meant one thing: Hadrian’s questioning had finally come. As he understood, it would be more of a pre-execution meeting than anything-- afterall, this had been Hadrian’s second and worst offense against the crown. He would be a fool to think that he could walk out of this questioning without being ordered a death sentence even if he gave them what they wanted and when he heard new steps approaching his cell, Hadrian waited to greet the last face he’d probably ever see with a tired and purposely ingenuine smile plastered on his face.