For the first time in years, Soren slept without nightmares. No memories clawed at the back of his mind, no shadows loomed in his dreams. It was quiet.
Riven, on the other hand?
He barely got any sleep at all.
For one, the chains were incredibly uncomfortable. Soren had so kindly re-chained him before they went to sleep, as if Riven were some wild animal that needed to be secured!
"Stop moving or else I'll fuck you again," Soren warned.
Riven had so many complaints.
First of all, what if he had to get up to pee? That was a valid concern. Soren might not care about his dignity, but Riven did!
Second of all... Well, there was no second of all. He kind of enjoyed being held by Soren.
By the time Riven finally managed to doze off, morning had arrived.
And Soren? Of course, he was already gone. The man never slept in. He had a clan to run, and apparently, that meant leaving his captive behind in a tangled mess of blankets and chains.
