Cacoethes' Works

 Chapter Fourteen: First Prince of Zaw TWO DAYS LATER, Gronjas was preparing a carriage and a small army of servants to accompany them on their journey into Tbai. He brought no other disciples or warriors with them, and put a cloth hat on Nilhin’s head to help disguise him among his servants as they exited the Hvit Fortress. Their journey to the Tbai border would take nearly three weeks, and it was along the border that they were to meet with the first prince of Zaw.  The journey was long and arduous, but it was only this way because Nilhin had to suffer the constant and persistent company of Gronjas, who didn’t trust him not to run away it seemed. Gronjas kept Nilhin by his side, despite having dressed and told him to act like a servant. He was not treated like a servant, he was treated like a well-liked criminal being transported.  However, they soon came across a bustling city, flourishing under the border between territories, and built into the side of a small mountai...

 Chapter Thirteen: The Escape Plan HE WAS SURROUNDED by the warmth of many blankets, and the soft presence beneath him indicated a thick mattress. Whoever had brought him to their room, was someone of importance, prestige, or both. Even Nilhin’s mother hadn’t been afforded such luxuries and she was the most popular courtesan at the Ya Brothel. The more Nilhin’s senses returned to him, he started to realise he was bound with shackles around his wrist, and his arms were forced against his sides with rope that burned just a little whenever it touched his bare skin. Nilhin immediately began to struggle, trying to wriggle out of the ropes, because there was no way he’d get out of the shackles on his own.  The curtains on the side of the bed were pulled back to reveal Gronjas, and the man sat on the edge of the bed. Nilhin let out a whimper when his calloused fingers came for him, but they only brushed against his forehead and pushed his bangs off his skin.  “If you were really...