The sun was already high in the sky above the dock town hidden behind the mist when he opened his sapphire eyes, and it took him longer than he usual before his eyes got used to the sudden brightness.
This morning, nay, this day seemed much brighter than others before, and at first he could not put his clawed fingers onto the reason why. That is until he recognized that what surrounded him wasn’t the grey fabric of a simple tent but walls painted in clear white, reflecting the sunlight’s bright glory.
Just where was he? And what.. what had happened the night before…?
It was only then he noticed he wasn’t wearing his usual clothes. These garments were quite the part more constricting and clung tighter to his form… And also felt somewhat uncomfortable right now as he was lying on his back, his tail stuck between the soft bed and his body.
That was the suit he had worn to the ball.
He went to the ball last night. He went there to make new acquaintances, to gather some information perhaps and then…
He darted up into a sitting position on the bed when he recalled what happend at midnight - and the hours after it.
The murder of Lady Bianca.
The banishment of Edea Lee.
How he stood up to the quartier, to the people of Myrefall, how he…
- How did he get here?
Where was here?
And why was he confused when he realised that no shackle bound him…?