Thomas knew the end was near. He could hear the commotion outside his door. He has been in captivity for several weeks now and it was taking its toll on him. The loss of his wings was the worst of it, he couldn’t really care less about anything else. Knowing that he would never fly again would have broken his heart if he had had one. Marta had given him some potion to make him see the things he had done to others in his dreams. They would not stop coming and as hard as he tried not to sleep it would eventually take him and he would see all the terrible deeds he had done.
The worst was what he had done to his children. All girls, he never sired one boy. He always thought girls were useless and weak. That was why he had hidden them away; he did not want his subjects to know he coul
