Russian Roulette | Rusame | Countryhumans AU

Beginning of The End

The young prince's eyelashes fluttered open gingerly, the scent of nature overwhelmed him. Green filled his eyes, he sat beneath a tree that shaded him from the sunlight.

The wind caused the tree to rustle and the grass to dance, it carried a wave of warmth that enveloped his pale white unblemished skin. The prince's gaze was listless, he shifted in his position and felt something odd behind his back.

His gaze averted to the remnants of battle that surrounded him, scratch marks, burn marks, blood splatter, a dozen crevices and holes. He lifted his hand to the left side of his chest. The sounds of a heartbeat pounding vibrated against his hand.

"Your highness," someone spoke, it snapped the prince out of his trace. It was a maid, she held both her hands neatly on her skirt. "Speak," his gaze remained impassive, she swallowed her words in fright.

"Your father requested you to watch over the new prisoner in the dungeon until he is to be executed in a month."

The prince's eyes brightened significantly like a flickering flame being reignited after a tranquil sea. But it was only for a split second before he returned back to his nonchalant expression.

The workers here at the palace were generally quite adept at reading expressions to avoid the royal family throwing a tantrum and in the end, directing it at them. The maid saw the expression the prince had made which made her shocked and throughly confused.

"You're dismissed, I'll see myself to the dungeon on my own."

She lifted her skirt to bow and scattered her way back to the worker headquarters.

Once the prince was certain she was gone, he leaned his head back on the tree trunk and let out a low sigh, a smile crept up on his face.

He then got up from his spot revealing a hole behind where he was once sitting. It had been smashed through the tree trunk, the tree seemed like it was hanging on for dear life just to not fall over.

The stairway to the dungeon was dark, the path was illuminated by a few measly torches hung on the walls. When he reached the bottom, in front of him was a long hallway that had prison cells along it.

As the prince walked, the other prisoners who were locked in these cells all cowered in fear, hoping he'd walk past quicker. Then he got to the end of the hallway, a desolate cell with no other prisoners around it. There was someone kneeling, chained up to the wall by their arms and legs. They had an ice cold glare, their body was covered in injuries.

The two guards who were guarding the cells saluted the prince, "Your highnes-"

"Open the cell door," The prince commanded. "Your highness, we can't do that, he's a highly dangerous criminal, he even tried to assass-" the young prince snapped his head at them with a terrifyingly dark glare.

"You dare disobey? You think I'm not strong enough to handle him?"

The two guards said nothing else, anyone would know how powerful the prince is. The military's ace card, often called a human weapon and he indeed lives up to that name.

They shut their mouths and opened the cell door, "you're dismissed, let me talk to him alone."

Without another word the two guards left the dungeon, all that's left in the end of this isolated hallway was the prince and the criminal.

The young prince walked up to the criminal and squatted to look at him in the eye. All the other party gave him was a deathly chilling stare, but to his surprise, the prince smiled instead.

"I'm America, what's your name?" America inquired. "Why should I answer you?" The prisoner retorted, his voice was husky and he had an accent, no doubt not from this kingdom.