==COMPLETED==
"I don't need a man to take care of me,"
With a big smirk on my face I speak out the last bit of my sentence. "I am the man."
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The kingdoms of Orena are starting to see hard times. They've started to slowly get...
WARNING : an execution (hanging) will happen in this chapter, so if you feel uncomfortable reading that, you can skip the part. The details aren't too detailed or gory, but it can be too much for some people.
Read that part with your own risk.
(The part comes after the second sword picture, a count down will happen and you can skip from that part till the execution is done)
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I wake up with a heavy pounding in my head. After some time, my eyes begin to register behind my eyelids the bright light of the day.
I scrunch my eyes even tighter together, groaning out profanities from annoyance.
Who in the hell left the curtains open?
"Wake up sunshine, you've had a long enough beauty sleep. It almost got us worried since there was no response from you." Someone says in a soothing voice.
Though I don't know who it is, I know it isn't a female from the loud masculine rasp the voice carries like a lullaby.
"Go away you donut." I groaned out.
Slowly my body starts to wake up even though I'd like to sleep longer. My mind starts to take note of the wounds on my body, them slowly getting a light but irritating pounding.
I don't hear any other response other than a light chuckle and then the room goes quiet.
I don't hear the shuffles of steps until it's too late. A whisper in my ear almost gives me a heart attack.
"You should get up before I make you. And you won't like that." He who is in my room whispers with an amused voice.
I slap my hand towards the figure, feeling I hit them in their face, more specifically the nose.
I slowly open my eyes, trying not to blind myself by the bright day light.
I yawn and sit up, though it's a small struggle. I have my eyes closed, head hanging downwards.
My whole body is tingling and feeling somewhat weak. As if I've been still and sleeping for a long long time.
I lean against the wall, my knees propped up with my forearms on them.
"Thank you. Now, how is sleeping beauty feeling? Thirsty maybe?" The man asks.
I look up slowly and finally find out who the person is.
Of course it's him.
Ascian Cruor.
I don't know if I should be happy or irritated seeing him. I'm grateful he helped me out of the cell and took care of me after it, but I'm also kind of hurt by the accusations from before. Even if I already know he isn't the only one with suspicions, it still hurts. At least I know it isn't all accusations for nothing when others have started to notice weird things happen.
