[ It had been a long few days, locked in his room with only the guards checking on him and making snide comments. He didn’t really have anything to pass the time except play music, which fortunately at least he had been allowed to keep his instruments, since Sir Karnon did seem to like it. A small blessing if there ever was one.
But playing music did at least help him keep his sanity in the otherwise quite and still room, and he was in the middle of a song when he’s interrupted by a knock on the door, with a servant instructing him to follow for a bath. It seems the master has returned home.
Placing his lute aside, Dorian hesitantly gets up to follow the servants, one of whom was carrying a multitude of products to make him presentable. His heart pounding, he can’t help glancing around as they head to the bath, and he catches sight of another man nearby. ]
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But playing music did at least help him keep his sanity in the otherwise quite and still room, and he was in the middle of a song when he’s interrupted by a knock on the door, with a servant instructing him to follow for a bath. It seems the master has returned home.
Placing his lute aside, Dorian hesitantly gets up to follow the servants, one of whom was carrying a multitude of products to make him presentable. His heart pounding, he can’t help glancing around as they head to the bath, and he catches sight of another man nearby. ]