Down and Out
Michel lay down on the floor looking defeated, tears dried on his face. His fists were bloody and cut, as he had been hitting the brick walls. No pleas from Duke could make him stop, until Michel realized how futile everything was. Michel stared up at the ceiling. What was he going to do? The same question over and over again. He had been allowed to speak to the King, to beg him for leniency or make him see sense, but it had failed. He was never going to see his family again, whether or not he was beheaded.
Michel hated this feeling, this feeling of hopelessness and frustration. All he had was the hope that Boris would return with some grand plan, but Duke had seen to that by killing his relative. Maybe King Tingaling would have a change of heart, though that seemed as likel
