Glaive had spent what seemed to be an eternity in this dark and decrepit dungeon. So long in fact, that the iron restraints around his wrists had rusted and were fragile enough to break off. After releasing himself Glaive rubbed his worn wrists and moved them about freely. A small smirk crept up his face as he realized he was now free to do as he wished once again. And the first thing on his mind was getting his revenge on the Queen for imprisoning him down here.<br/>Glaive crept up towards the door and listened for any movement outside.<br/>"Heh, they didn't even leave a single guard to supervise me. How careless." He said to himself. Wasting no time he kicked down the door and surveyed his surroundings. Being stuck alone in the dungeon allowed Glaive to focus on other things, like building strength and thinking over plans of revenge. Now fate had smiled on him and given him the chance to act out these things.