Heavy footsteps roam around in the darkness I've created.
I wake up to the sound of soliders loudly opening my cell.
I sigh as my peace ends. Oh how lovely it was while it lasted.Fredrick quickly bolts up from sleep as soon as he hears those annoying sounds.
"What are you doing?" He demands an answer but no one dares give him one.
"I said. What. Are you. Doing?"
Still no answer.
At last he looses it, and screams at the top of his lungs, "Amswer!"
"None of your business."
But that obviously isn't enough to shut Fredrick down.
Knowing Fredrick, he's so nosey, he'd do absolutely anything if his curiosity took over.
So he starts pounding on the cell, while gritting "Get me the fuck out, and don't you dare hurt her!"
Why does he care this much?
I mean a few months ago I was literally seducing him and planned on killing him.Some of the guards genuinely show worry, but their fear of the king is much stronger than that of Fredrick's.
They open my cell and violently get hold of me.
Three of them, while one chains me. Am I that dangerous?
I had to bite my tongue to stop a laugh from escaping.
Cowards.As we exit the cell one of the guards ask whom I assume is the one in charge "shall we take him too?"
"Yes." Replies the guard.
No, no. They can take me but not him!
"No don't."
I try to fight those who have chained me.
"Take me but not him, please."
"Aww look at those love birds." Says one of the guards.
And it got me wondering, why am I doing this?
It's not like I love him.
"Just let her go." Fights Fredrick while they get him out of the cell.
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