The Slytherin King || KTH✔

Ninteen

With the fright and anxiety that initiated to seep into your veins from every possible direction few moments ago as you began on your jourey to the dark wing and is now escalating at such a pace that has covered your hands with a sheet of sweat as you take another step towards the frightening destination following a mere servant who has informed you earlier about the King's order and is now ushering you to the horrible part of the castle leading through the murky corridors which are devoid of any source of light, only the illuminated tip of his wand is the mere source granting both of you any light, helping you to advance to your destination.

To say, you are scared will be an understatement. Adrenaline is rushing through your veins like the water through the broken dam and your pulse rate is thousand times of the ordinary one. You body is slowly beginning to give up on you as the fear is swiftly eating up your insides. Your mind is too engaged in brooding over the mere question, 'why king has called into the dark wing?' whose answer you receive from your senses as 'the king must have called you to torture you to death'

You have slapped him, you have slapped the slytherin king, the crime which weighs more than a felony. The king was out of sight since that night and didn't show up for three days. Now when he has come, the first thing he did is heading towards the dark wing with an instant order for you to meet him there. That's all. It is the last time you are walking into the castle, you assent.

"I want to visit my parents' grave before I die. I hope someone would have given them a peaceful funereal." You whisper lowly as possible, not wanting the servant around you hear but the blind silence of the empty corridor makes it loud enough, compelling the only servant leading your way turn around and politely ask, "Did you say something Queen?"

"No, keep walking. How far is the dark wing?" You question which he replies with the words, "Just five minutes more queen and we'll be there." before turning around and advancing towards the somber destination.

You observe, as the distance is lessening, the silence and the darkness is intensifying. After walking for a certain distance, he halts his steps, turns towards you and begins, "My apologies queen, I can't go any further. This is till where servants are allowed. Now allow me to leave queen." He bows at you. After receiving a nod from you as response, he walks back into the opposite direction leaving you alone in the dark surroundings with no source of light since you didn't have your wand. You aren't a slytherin so bringing your wand wouldn't be of much use so you don't bother to keep it along.

You instinctively step back in a swift motion feeling the bricks of wall across you motion peculiarly and alter their position, creating an opening between the wall which emits light the very next second it's made, making your pupils contract at receiving plethora of light all of sudden and shield your eyes with both of your arms.

Few moments later, after your eyes have adjusted themselves to the light, you retrieve your arms to your sides and vividly take in the wall which now consists a rectangular shaped opening and step inside to wherever the recently formed space in the wall lead to which serve as the only alternate you had unless you want to stay there in the murky panorama with no clue of where the way leading to the dark wing is.

Walking further into the place which you guess as the dark wing you are met with the a group of demontors and death eaters encompassing something or maybe someone from all the sides. Getting sight of these peculiar yet horrible creatures marks your surmise of this place being dark wing correct. Looking around the place goes in vain, since there's no glimpse of your husband or slytherin king around.

Your body breaks down into cold sweat as all the demontors and death eaters turn their faces towards you simultaneously. This is the end of you, you contemplate. Adrenaline floods enormously, legs turn into jelly, heart pounds into your ribcage with such a pace and ferocity that its supplying blood for the one last time, whole body succumbs and you find yourself on the verge of fainting.

Everything and everyone begins to whirl around in a slow motion that you've to clutch onto your forehead tightly to lessen its effect as the feeling of giddiness washes over you vigorously and you hobble back but at the right moment two masculine hands from behind grip your arms from the sides, securing you in your spot.

"No queen, you can't faint now, the real fun has just begun."