Lord Evans trailed behind the carriage, walking on foot. The chains clanked painfully against the protruding bones of his wrists and rattled with each and every step he took. A vein popped out of the side of his neck as he cursed her for getting him into this situation in the first place.
His eyes glared at the rusted chains that rubbed against his wrists and ankles, keeping him bound to the carriage. Eilownia's blood covered them, mixing with the orange rust.....touching his skin.....touching.....him.
It was dried already but he swore he could feel it, wet and sticky against him. It was as if the blood splatters had hands of its own that were reaching out and grabbing onto him, seeking out the DNA that helped create them.
Lord Evans scratched violently at his already red and raw skin. His wrists and ankles were the itchiest but his neck was proving to be a problem as well.
