England Kingdom, Tower of London
As the master of England and Normandy, the most powerful king in all of Western Europe, Conqueror William was in a particularly foul mood.
He was currently standing at the door of a room—or, to be more precise, a prison cell.
The spot was in shadow, admitting no sunlight. And this being the already rainy England, the air was heavy with damp, cold, and a musty odor that wouldn't dissipate.
This prison was one of the major projects he had commissioned after ascending to the throne of England. He never imagined that one day he would be standing here, so conflicted.
Though it was only for a moment, he did indeed, in that instant, begin to regret building this place—even if only half of it was complete.
It was a feeling of helplessness, and he hated it.
