There is nothing in this room. Nothing to keep me entertained. I knew it would eventually dry of entertainment, but I hoped it would not be so soon.
I have scoured every square inch of the Chambre more times than I can count. Three days did I once spend staring at a single knot in the wooden floor. Three days! It appeared a colosseum where tiny ant people and tiny ant lions would fight. Edmondates was my favourite gladiator, whilst Totheous was his arch rival. They both fought and killed thirteen ant-lions before their rivalry was to be settled in true one-on-one gladiator combat.
Edmondates wore the bronze armour that his mother, Catherinias, had gifted when he was young. She hugged her son before the battle, speaking with the softest of loving words.
“I am so proud of you,” she said to him.
“Even though I left you and never came back?” Edmondates asked in tears.
“Of course,” Catherinas cooed. “I know it wasn’t your fault. You never meant to hurt me like this. Now, I want you to fight Totheous and slaughter his moronic, self-centred, god-forsaken little—”
… Then Totheous won.