Bab 795: Royal Coward

Aldric's mind stirred back to consciousness, a dull ache throbbing at the base of his skull. His eyelids fluttered open, and for a moment, his vision was blurred, the world around him swimming in a haze. He was lying on the hard, stone floor of a cell, the air around him damp and musty, and he slowly became aware of the heavy weight encircling his wrists.

Aldric glanced down, his eyes narrowing as they focused on the cuffs binding his hands. He gave an instinctive tug, the muscles in his arms flexing as he attempted to break free. The chains rattled, but the cuffs held firm. 

A faint, bitter laugh escaped his lips knowing these weren't ordinary restraints. He could feel the telltale hum of magic, the subtle buzz that indicated these were crafted specifically to contain him. His power.