Jasper sat on a makeshift throne in the Great Cave just north of the Kingdom of the Fey, tapping his nails impatiently on it’s arm. “They’re taking quite a while to show up.”
Valu looked up from where he was chained with tired swollen eyes, his gray hair matted with blood. And through it all, he kept his composure. “You’ll never win.”
Jasper grinned. “But haven’t I already won? I have a real live fairy chained to my wall, and not just any fairy, a royal one. And last I saw, my actions have caused your mother so much grief that she has fallen ill.” Valu’s eye twitched. He wanted to wait a bit longer before he unleashed his wings. But Jasper was really pushing it.
The cave was cold, and he shivered. He went for humility, and let his weakness show. “…Please, may I have a blanket?” Valu turned his gaze upward at the blind angel, and he watched him frown. “And why should I do that?” “Because you know I am of no use to you dead. They will not compromise their safety for my carcass.”
Jasper took a deep breath. “Very well.” He snapped his fingers and a young boy angel came at once. “Orion, fetch me a blanket for our dear ‘guest.'” At once, Orion ran off in search of a blanket. “Good boy.”