The Savannah Prince: Adjustments
After his humiliating submission to the Marauders' Chief, Prince Kwame was led away. Not dragged, as he had been brought before the Chief to begin with, but led away by gentle hands out of the tent and past the jeering faces. A glance to his side told...
The Savannah Prince: The Trade
The shackles dug into his skin as they dragged him bodily across the ground, hoisted up so high his feet only scraped along. All around him his captors laughed and jeered, cackling madly with torturous glee at the sight of him, their hated enemy, a...
The Savannah Prince: Restless
Somehow, despite everything, Prince Kwame found himself falling into a routine of sorts. His days, for what they were worth, were spent rather leisurely. As the 'hostage' of the Chief, the only things that seemed to be expected of him was that he...