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Arwin stared at the man in the cell whose hands were badly bruised showing evidence of having tried to escape already but it clearly was not working for the same reason his hands were not healing: the cuffs on his wrist prevented the use of any of his supernatural abilities. They were alone in the underground crypt where royal prisoners that were not officially documented as such were kept, it was a legally – and morally – grey area that people spoke about in rumours but only the royal family and selected officials certainly knew the existence and the location of it.
The man stood unmoving, backed against the wall and looking down as if afraid to meet Arwin’s eyes. It was a usual reaction to first meeting him, people tended to think royals did not like being looked in the eye. It m
