Bow Before The Lord Marshal

New Prison

You were thrown in the spare room of the Lord Marshal. Hitting the hard floor, you groaned in pain. Your head hurt, and your neck felt sore, especially now that you had the heavy metal collar on your neck. Your Y/H/C hair tangled into the collar, and it hurt. Getting up, you put a hand against your head and looked around.
The room, just like the rest of the ship, was dark and cool. It had a small bed near a window that looked out at the stars. Slowly, you walked over to the window, and you looked out. All around was nothing, but space and the stars. Your heart sank. There was really no escape. The reality of it hurt you more than all the physical pain you'd endured recently.

Slowly, you turned and continued to look around the room. There was a small door on the opposite side of the window. You walked towards the door and opened it. It was a small bathroom. Looking around, you looked for any possible weapons inside of the cabinet under the sink.

Nothing.

You felt there was no hope of escaping this ship. Looking up at yourself in the mirror, you saw yourself for the first time. Your hair was an absolute mess, and you had bruises on your face. Your Y/E/C eyes looked pale under the dim light. You looked almost lifeless... almost as lifeless as the Necromongers. Your heart sank with how you looked. Hardly recognizing the person staring back at you, anger filled you and you hit the mirror causing it to break.
Shards of glass landed in the sink, and an idea came to you. Quickly, you grabbed a large piece of glass, and you gripped it tightly. Pulling a strand of your hair, you brought the piece of glass up toward your hair and cut it. You watched as the hair fell down to the light grey marble floor. A small feeling of satisfaction went through you when the strand of hair landed on the ground.

You decided to continue to cut your hair to a short length. Taking your time, you continued to cut your hair. It was a struggle to keep it close to the same length, but after a while, you began to be satisfied with how it looked. A small smile came across your face. It wasn't perfect, but at least it would be easier to manage and clean up.
You decided to keep the shard of glass close to you, but you had nowhere to hide it. The sound of the door opening caught your attention. Quickly, you opened the bathroom door and peeked out to see who it was.

Lord Vaako.

The Lord Marshal scanned the room, then his eyes settled on you.

"Come out," he demanded.

Slowly, you walked out of the bathroom with the large shard of glass hidden behind your back. Keeping your eyes down, like that of a submissive animal, you walked toward him till you stood in front of him. Hearing him sigh, you slowly looked up at him. His face was blank, but his eyes showed anger.

"How did you cut your hair," he growled.

You looked up at him, then you lunged toward him with the glass shard. Quickly, he grabbed your wrist and looked at you with rage in his face.

"I wouldn't dare to try that again," he hissed, then he squeezed your wrist harder causing you to drop the glass shard.

The glass shard shattered on the floor, and you looked up at the Lord Marshall with fear. The Lord Marshal let out a growl, then he pulled out a short chain. Attaching it to your metal collar, he kept his eyes on you. After the chain was attached, he tugged on it causing you to stumble into him.
You landed against the metal armor he wore. Looking up at him, he brought his face closer to yours.

"You are under protection, and until I can figure out why, you will be staying in this room," he said. "You will not leave this room, and if I truly feel that you will be needed, then I will keep you alive."

You nodded slowly, and shook with the fear of him hurting you. He said keep you alive, but he said nothing about not hurting you. Staring into your eyes, he began to calm down. Something within him seemed to calm when he looked at you, and you didn't know why. You feared him, but so did many others, so why would you have this affect on him?
Slowly, he brought his face close to your neck. He took a deep breath, then he paused and slowly let go of the chain. Confusion came across his face, and the fear within you slowly began to fade. He stood there for a moment, then he took a step back. He looked back at you, then he slowly began to turn.

"I will be sending someone to clean up the mess you've made, and bring you some food as well," he said softly, then he walked out of the room. You heard a latch, then silence.

Why was he so interested in you, you thought.

You look around and decide to sit on the bed and wait.

You didn't know how long it was until you heard the door again. A small male Necromonger came into the room wearing a light grey tunic. He had a small metal bucket with him. He had blond hair, and his skin was pale.

"I'm just going to clean up the mirror you broke," he said to you shakily.

It seemed that he was afraid of you. It was strange to see a Necromonger that was afraid. He quickly walked over toward the bathroom and began to clean. You got up and walked over to the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, you watched this scrawny Necromonger male clean up the glass shards. Suddenly, he stopped and looked up at you slowly.

"Please don't harm me," he whimpered.

You tilted your head confused, then you decided it was time to speak.

"W...w-what... i-is... your... n-name," you struggled to ask. Your voice was raspy, and it sounded as if your throat was sore.

The small Necromonger sighed and relaxed.

"Darvik," he replied softly. "My name is Darvik, and yours?"

You looked down at him, then you took a deep breath.

"Y/N," you answered softly.

The Necromonger smiled.

"It's nice to meet you, Y/N."