Like my fill for “Patience,” these two come from the world of Strange Bedfellows. Enjoy!
Pierce bowed his head and rolled his shoulders, aching from the heavy chains hanging from his wrists. It was almost laughable to think of the depths to which he had fallen: the powerful prince who had commanded legions reduced to a supplicant without a name, awaiting judgment from the emperor he had once challenged. But the rebellion had failed, his father was dead, his men imprisoned. He was alone to face the consequences of his actions.
The doors to the throne room swung open and a soldier pushed him forward with his spear. The time for begging forgiveness had come.