Prince Arnold walked through the sprawling camp, his boots kicking up dust as he surveyed the scene. The clinking of armor and the low murmur of men at rest filled the air, interrupted only by the occasional crack of a whip on a prisoner or the bark of an officer. His gaze drifted to the rows of cages where captured rebels sat bound in ropes, their faces grimy and hollow with defeat.
Some glared defiantly at their captors, their fury undimmed even in chains, while others sat slumped and silent, their spirits broken. The stench of sweat, blood, piss , and despair hung heavy in the air. Arnold's jaw tightened as he passed, watching as a soldier tested the strength of the bindings on one cage.
These men were to be sold into slavery—punishment for their rebellion and also a reward for the prince to keep everything afloat in the chaos.