Fallen General's Omega (BL)

274 – Thorne POV

The corridor is quiet.

Cold stone beneath my boots. Dim torchlight flickering against damp walls. The scent of salt and moss clinging to the underground air like mold. I walk without hurry, the echo of each step a calm, deliberate promise.

I’m going to see him.

The first guest of the dungeon.

The first to grace these cells.

The king.

—or should I say, the ex king.

There’s something poetic about it, really. The man who once sat on a golden throne, now locked beneath the earth, caged like the rat he is.

A faint wind hisses through the corridor’s vents, brushing past me like a whisper of judgment.

I don’t mind the cold.