Then they turned a corner.
And Riven saw his room.
A newly built, immaculate, and very, very obvious prison cell.
Despite its luxurious bed, the fine silk sheets, and the presence of an actual wardrobe, it was unmistakably a cell. The only entrance was a thick, reinforced door with a heavy lock, and there were no windows.
The only comforting thought was that it wasn't dirty or inhumane.
But still.
Riven stopped in the doorway, ears flattening. "Oh, hell no."
The man behind him gave him a very clear choice—walk in on his own or be put inside.
With an exaggerated sigh, Riven stepped in.
The door shut behind him with a final click of the lock.
He turned, fully expecting his captor to leave, but instead—
The man pulled up a chair outside the cell.
He wasn't leaving.
Riven blinked.
Wait.
Was this guy going to be stationed here? Like, right outside his door?
All the time?!
"...So, you're my personal babysitter now?"
Silence.
