It was dull.
Dull as the still water of a lake.
He spent most of his days confined to his chambers, under what was effectively house arrest. The room was large and well-furnished, but the gilded surroundings did little to ease the burn of captivity.
Occasionally, Sorza was allowed brief reprieves, where he could step outside into the palace gardens. In the serene garden, the flowers in bloom, the calming breeze, and the chirping birds clashing against the turmoil he felt inside.
He hated it all.
To be defeated and reduced to this was a humiliation that festered in his heart, made worse by the knowledge that it was a mercenary that delivered this shame to him.
One of his few comforts was the ability to meet some of his captured knights, particularly those who had been part of his personal guard. These were men he trusted, and their presence brought some ease to him.
