𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫~

The rest of the guards have not yet made a sound, all while the ugly one inspects me with a disgusted look, that soon turns into a smirk.

Fredrick quickly loses his temper as soon as the guard says, "Don't you think she'll be of use and offer us some pleasure? She certainly is a pretty little thing, I'll need to ask the king about that, though for now, tell me girl, are you.... you know, experienced?"

My stomach churns, and heart beat races. My lungs open wide to allow as much air into me, however I don't dare move or make a sound. My throat tightly shut and eyes burning, begging to be closed.
How disgusting can he be?
Can't he just control his desires?
Judging by the ring on his finger, he surly has a wife. Poor thing.

Before I could answer his revolting question, Fredrick slams the wooden table, catching everyone's attention. I almost fear the table will break.

"Surely you're not suggesting pleasure from the woman whose murdered my mother! Your queen! Are you, Arthur?" His voice as loud as that of a thunder. Sending a jolt through the whole room, no one dares to cross him. And as soon as he's proved his presence, it still roams free, daring a fool to cross it.

"You highness, I mean absolutely no disrespect to you or her majesty, may she rest in peace! But forgive me, I shall ask, is she truly?"

Fredrick looks up at him, still angry. My stomach churns, do they not believe us? Fredrick's act was amazing, and I haven't ruined anything this time.

"Pardon?"

"I mean when the king first accused her of murder, you flipped, why is it that now all of a sudden you believe it... your highness?"

"You've dared, and questioned my beliefs," He steps closer to him, barely leaving a place to breath. "And you'll pay for it!"
With no other words, he immediately unsheathes his sword.
The guards look at each other, panicked.
Horror strucks Arthur, as it should.

Fredrick reaches his neck and with no other thoughts, he slices it, drawing blood like a fountain. Red staining the once white carpet.

Perhaps I am thankful for how rudely he spoke. It made his death way more bearable.