𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐞~

They take both of us to what I believe is a throne room.
It's absolutely grand.
Just like everything in this castle.

Fredrick started taking deep breathes and did not utter a word or even fight.
Poor thing, I know just how much this hurts him.

The king sits on his throne with loads of guards circling him, way more than the crowd watching.

All the crowd lays eyes on us. Mainly Fredrick, as seeing their prince detangled like that is no normal thing.
Amongst which lies Iris, also chained by more guards.
Oh no no no. She was caught. Because of me!
Fredrick luckily, hasn't yet noticed her.

"I'm sure both of you are aware why you're here?" Says the king, barely giving us any attention.
"Either ways, you. Augustine Kensworthy. Commited multiple of crimes, one of which, murder!" He leans forward, "Now, my people, tell me, what punishment shall we give the murderer of the queen?"
It sounded more of a threat rather than a question.
"Death." Chants the crowd.
"Yes." Says the king. "Well done." He leans back, "and now you my son."
"I am no son of yours!" Fredrick shouts.
Silence flood the whole room, with some gasps here and there.
I have no idea what him and mother planned, though it's damn well clear that what he just said was so foolish of him.
"What did you say?" The guards tighten their grip on him, and those to the side of the king ready themselves.
"What was that?"

Fredrick hesitates for a while, but later speaks up with utter confidence, "I said, I am no son of yours! You are not my father! In fact, you have murdered the king. So if anything, you're the one who shall face a death sentence!"
Leaving no room for any other opinions. What a king he truly is.

The king is very clearly taken back. He thought he's raised Fredrick to be a coward and fearful of his so called father, but in all reality, he's only made him stronger.

"You will pay the price of this accusation! I am your true father," He rises, "and anyone who thinks otherwise is to be dammed!" His once egotistical face is now filled with vexation. Ever so clearly, he's lost, and he's definitely not happy about it.
"Get answers from them!" He orders a guard.
And I knew damn well that that meant abusing the answers out of us.