34: A Pack of Prisoners

Logan

I’ve been moved from the cozy cellar into what I assume is Nicolas’ throne room or as close to one as I can imagine. I’ve never actually been in a throne room unless you want to count the ones on TV.

I sit in a long room of wood and stone, lit orange by a large fire at the center. Nicolas is perched at the edge of an old Victorian-looking chair, tall and ancient, faded with age. But he still sits on it like a king on a ...