Thread: The Prince's Plight

Lox was always sensitive to his surroundings even if the particular task he was engaging in took quite a bit of his concentration and a better part of his dexterity and fortitude as his left shoulder wound was still fresh and bothersome. He was actually in the middle of a smooth, soft, song that seemed perfect for the view provided out of his window, and with a wistful thought he had the sudden desire to be with a lady friend in his own gardens where a piano sat in the center under gazebo. At first he thought the soft steps were from his healer, who had visited him earlier that day to change his bandages and also brought him his food, seeing as Lox bore the small man neither anger or hatred but his ears were suddenly assailed by a now very familiar soft breathing. Even with him still playing he could just make out the sound of the whores breathing, something that insistently drilled into his head while he attempted to meditate during their last encounter and refused to be shaken away but he ignored her for the moment. When he felt the urge to play, he wouldn't allow even this inbred cretin to disturb the flow and melody of the sonnet, in which a few very long minuets passed until the last affectionate notes drifted around the room and out into the gardens. It was so very strange that he had decided to play one of his favorite songs and have the whore here listening to it. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth and he knew deep down that he would never again be able to play the lovely sonnet again without connecting it to this bitch and tainting the beauty of the music. Every time she was near, no matter how peaceful and pure an endeavor Lox attempted to pursue either to calm his rage or simply to be at ease in his hated prison, this woman tainted all with a heavy blanket of savage rage and hatred. Even after playing a song that could put lovers to sleep in each others arms or lull a fussy baby into blissfulness Lox felt the entirety of his frame bunch up and closed his eyes as his back curled forward to give him the look of an animal filled with aggression. And just as soon as it came over him, Lox felt that same rage die away to leave only numbness in it's wake. Nothing lay before him but humiliation and rage with no sign of release, and he didn't think it was in him to endure such animosity for so very long without any release. With her present, the prospect of throwing himself at the guards again and making damn well sure they fought to kill him was a blissful escape to this wreaked existence. Go away Reina. Your presence has ensured I'll never play that song again. I can't bring myself to ruining any more sonnets with you here to taint them. Shockingly, all the anger, spitefulness, and hatred that had always colored his voice was gone and replaced by a tone that was until now unthinkable from him. He spoke with general sorrow and fatigue, he didn't want to spar or trade insults he simply wanted to be left alone. Yet he knew this whore would never give him peace, and his hate began bubbling up once more at his momentary lapse in self control. She would never give him peace, and he should be delving into his vast reservoir of rage and madness until it killed him.