𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥~

"Enough small talk." She demands, "I came here to claim what's mine!"

The king doesn't bother reply, but gestures to Elijah - who i have deliberately ignored.
He comes to me, still that smile on his face that I once would've killed for.
"Hey, baby."
He draws out a dagger and pins it at my throat.
His hands on my waist.
All his breath landing on my cheek.
Oh, shit.

Mother facing Tristan, I Elijah and Fredrick detained by some guards.
Oh, always a threat.

But this was to be expected.
I know exactly what to do next.

Having trained with Elijah so many times, and knowing all his weaknesses, I strangle his right leg - where I know he's never dodged one of these and has once sprained his knee.

My elbow lands right on top of his eyes - a very vulnerable part of the face, Fredrick once told me. Making sure I hit it hard, as I take the dagger with my other hand.

"Hello, baby." I mockingly say with a smile. I'm now in control.
The guards dare not take a step towards us.
Fredrick involuntarily smiles.

"Now. We will play by my rules!" As I say that, I am certain that exactly twenty three guards will be making their way in.
The rest already circled and blocked this whole floor, meaning, we're in control of all movements in and out.

The king falters as they enter. But he quickly conceals all signs of wary on his face.

"Guards!" Shouts him.