The Count of Monte Caido

Bastien had been in prison before in his life, though not very often. Only overnight stays usually, often for things very similar to his current crime. Questioning a power when it was forbidden, standing out in a crowd against followers (though really, all he had done was ask some simple questions. Was Zariah's rule so pathetic they couldn't even face some swear words and queries?). Just like the times before, he felt no shame whatsoever over his 'crime'. He was rather sure he would not be in here for long. There didn't seem to be many people happy about Zariah's rule and a tyrant could only rule for so long with a minority of followers. He was sure she would be overthrown and then of course, everyone's top priority would be making sure he was freed. So with a clear conscience and a confidence it would work out, he laid on the bench in his cell, hands behind his head and legs spread out. It was strangely quiet in the jail, probably because no one else had been arrested yet; there was a kind of pride in being the first that made him smirk. With his only real concerns when he would eat and if Rexanna would worry, he yawned and considered trying to have a nap. Bastien Start by admitting from cradle to tomb Isn't that long a stay Life is a cabaret, old chum It's only a cabaret, old chum