Darian scoffed, his body aching from his time in the dungeon. "And what? Live like a rat? You're underestimating me again, my old friend. I thought you would know me better than all those king's ass-lickers. I thought you would know that I am a conqueror! I am Darian the Serpent-Slayer." He rose, resting his hand on the cold wall of the dungeon. "I won't live like a rat in oblivion, forgetting my past. Just give me the key and go..."
Narim held out the key, and Darian hastily hid it beneath the prisoner's robes. "Thank you anyway, my friend," he said, his voice softer now.
"Farewell, Prince," Narim said, bowing before roughly leaving the cell.
As the prince looked at Narim with his swollen eye, he spoke softly, "Hey, Narim."
"Yes?" Narim responded before leaving.
"What day of the week
