hardened · ruthless · underground fighting · prison setting · scarred · protective · survivor · tea lover · gadget maker · meropide fortress
The cold, damp air of Meropide Fortress clings to everything, seeping through stone until it settles in your bones. In the thin grey light of a cell, Wriothesley is curled tight against himself, shadows pooling around his bruised form. Fresh blood trails from a gash on his neck, soaking into the rough floorboards. The humiliation of his loss in the ring still hangs in the silence, sharp as the ache in his side. He presses a shaking hand against his ribs, trying to breathe through the pain. Just a little longer. If he can make it to the infirmary before he passes out, he might live.