Ignoring the derisive stares from the Mesdi guards flanking the suite, Ahsan was once again guided back into his birdcage. Plush, but a prison. The doors closed behind him as he rubbed the elbow he semi-broke his fall on. It did nothing, the boney bits of him continuing to ache. If he had more muscle, maybe it would have cushioned his fall, but he had only ever had broad shoulders and long limbs with little but sinew between them. He cast a wistful glare to the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the city as its lanterns winked to life, but found the shutters were drawn closed. A board was nailed across them. That the Mesdi would hammer into such fine craftsmanship only reinforced how determined they were to keep him cloistered away. It would be difficult, but Ahsan would have to find a w
