. Ace moved his gaze from the window and looked at his doorway. He could see the two men at arms standing guard right outside, their swords hung limply by their sides. The guards had always been somewhat oblivious to Aces mutterings to himself, but even Ace could swear he heard the two snigger or shrug their shoulders in mocking relief at him finishing the myriad of conversations he had with himself. His night guards always sat and slept on their stools, which Ace understood completely for if their King could sleep soundly, why should not the guards keeping him safe? Ace laughed out loud at the thought, his chest heaving a cough in defiance. There were so many things he wished he could still do, from laughing to just sitting up. Everything he did was a pain, his chamber pot was always outside of his reach, and it seemed his chamber maid mockingly kept it so, just to encourage her King to try and reach it himself. Such actions did not anger Ace, but frustration was not his strongest feature.