At an unknown place…
Lucien's eyes opened up to the view of a ceiling as he sat up slowly from the bed.
His body still carried this strange, lingering exhaustion, which is sort of the normal thing to expect after prolonged suffering, when proper sleep had stopped being a thing.
However, what truly woke him up was the door opening, followed by the sound of footsteps entering the room he slept in.
This was Alistair.
The Prince crossed the room, straight to a small section where a wine set had been placed. He picked up a bottle, poured himself a drink into a glass cup. Then, poured into a second glass after.
Then he turned and walked over to Lucien who watched him with suspicious eyes.
Alistair extended the second glass to Lucien, and after a few seconds of staring at it, he took it.
The prince then dragged a chair closer to the bed and sat down in front of him.
"Where am I?" Lucien asked, without the drink yet.
