Ira's Pov

"The Angel Kings has ordered that prisoner Kester Roban be provided with food," I say to the two guards sitting with cups of wine by the door to the basement. 

Kester Roban is just a name that I heard servants talking about. Hopefully he is actually a prisoner in here as I assumed I heard them say.

"Why . . . would that . . . traitor be fed . . . good food?" one drunkenly stutters. He reaches out a hand and picks up one of the two pieces of fried beef from the plate I am holding. 

I am glad they are too drunk to recognise...