"My Queen," a voice said behind her as hand gripped the arm that cradled her son. Cursing her self for her foolishness at be caught unaware she spun h...er sword streaking for the neck of whom ever was behind her. As her sword clashed with the person's as his words sank in and she did not continue the attack. Seeing that she did not mean to continue the man before her lowered his sword. The captain of the guard stood in front of examined her to make sure that she was uninjured and then his gaze. In every holding cell is the 'tough guy', the bully who wants it his way and that night was no different. I'm six feet tall and this guy was a good five inches taller than me. He seemed to be sizing me up. You have to admit, not many forty something clean cut white men frequent holding cells. Well, other than the DUI types.This guy looked to be a mix of American Indian and Hispanic heritage. He probably never had anyone pick a fight with him and likewise never really had to fight anyone. He had. It took me a moment to understand what I was seeing as I looked around the room: there were bars, some forming boxes and some from floor to ceiling, many rusted and some bent or fallen entirely. Cages, I realised. Dozens of them. Small ones, the size of a mabari, maybe, and larger ones big enough for a person – or hurlock, judging from the corpse shrivelled up in the corner of one – as well as two massive structures with extra-thick reinforced bars, big enough for...Ogres. Someone had, at some. " No. I don't want to go. I will not be going so why don't you just drop it. You've been on my ass since the minute Jen was out the door," Ryan said angrily. "Don't you even fucking understand?" Sure, I understand. I told you, I know it sucks." You know what Darius, I don't think you do understand. You've never given a shit about anybody. You've never been in love, you know that? You don't even know what love is." Man, fuck you. Why do ya gotta get so personal?" Because we're talking about.