***FRANCE***
Michael gasped, drawing in hot air as he woke up. He scanned the room he was in. It wasn't one of the cells. It was where the high lord's throne is. Both his hands were chained to the pillars by his sides while he was on his knees. His neck was still chained and hooked to the wall behind him. He sighed realizing the state he was in.
The large door to the throne hall creaked open. And he heard footsteps coming in. “Good! You're awake" Viktor said, standing in front of him.
“Aren't these chains a little too much?" Michael asked
“Nonesense. It's just the right amount for you. Amelia here said she needs you at full strength to be able to conduct her magic. That's why we didn't weaken you with Blackthorn hence the chains, to keep you from you know, running off" he explained
