The night hadn't come soon enough.
Lucivar had spent all day keeping a low profile. He found it was the easiest way to ensure he didn't lose his temper. Oh, he felt it bubbling beneath the surface but keeping his mouth shut and his head down proved to keep him out of trouble. All he had to do was wait until nightshift, that's what he kept telling himself. He could let his temper out then and he looked forward to it.
He ignored whatever the prick had said and instead stood from his bed, stretching. The muscles in his back uncoiled, his phantom wings should have been brushing against the top of the ceiling. The thought stoked his anger and he smiled when he turned the doorknob, seeing it unlock and open the door easily. It was time to show the person behind all of this madness just what he was keeping captured inside his walls. It was time to unleash the eyrien warlord prince.
Lucivar couldn't be more elated.
[headed
here]