"... And then, and only then- we shall rule, together." His ice cold eyes were fixed on her teary ones. Her chin, lifted with his fingers. They lingered for a moment, before he took a step back, and turned. Leaving her for dead, on the stone cold, d...
No one truly knows life's purpose. No one truly knows for sure why we are here, and what we fullfill. We can only guess and fill the days with all we have.
Waste time, with all we ever knew and loved. We don't have to care for what we can't control.
All we need to do is survive, But what's surviving without enjoyment?
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My eyes glide past her slightly shaky, small frame, locked behind my strengthened iron bars. Unconscious. Obviously. I grit my teeth and adjust my position, leaning against the wall of my own dungeon. Pieces of shit.. Why couldn't they bring me someone worthy.
I promise myself to give them a piece of my mind later on, when I speak to them during our meeting. For now though.. She better wake up soon. Impatiently, I take a few steps toward her strongly built cell, appreciating the way that the light from the small window lands precisely upon her. It gives me the opportunity to study her properly.
Small frame. Slim figure. Cheekbones barely visible, bags below her shut eyes, filth from the wagon that brought her here. Limbs attached by barely any bone, is what meets the eye. And once again during my time down here, a sigh slips from my lips. There is no way she will meet any expectations that are now seemingly laid out for her.
Her figure trembles for a mere moment. I lock my gaze on her- my breath held without my notice- but she does not move any more than that. A groan of frustration from me echoes around the cold chamber, as if that brings any change to the meaningless situation.
So I turn on my heels and approach the big wooden door. Knowing that this is going to only aggravate my mood to the deepest level of annoyment possible.
I count my steps on the way up, stone by stone, with silver engravings of the fathers before me that held ownership of the castle. They certainly handled it differently than I do.
On the way towards my own chambers, I run into one of my servants, whose fearful gaze is strictly behind me. I sneer. 'And for what reason do you no longer look me in the eyes, Elizabeth? Or do you feel my anger? You must! Which imbecile brought that creature in my dungeons to this place?' I watch her frame shiver, her fingers clenching around an empty platter.
"I- I do not know, Lord.. But I- I do pray for their forgiveness..!" she stutters. 'Look at me, Elizabeth.' I attempt to remain calm, asking every fiber of my own being not to burst right now. I will save it for whoever wronged the simple task I gave out.
She grasps the platter in her hands tighter and looks up. I see the fear in her eyes and sigh audibly.. 'Whoever brought her here..' Emphathizing the word of female nature, knowing the value Elizabeth attaches to me sticking with human adressment, I continue: '.. Will pay for it. You know as well as I do that she is not suitable.'
Finally, Elizabeth dips her head in agreement gently. "I do, Lord. And I feel sorry for her." 'Good. Beware that you should.' As I say this I lift the servants chin with two of my fingers: 'You will not attempt to soften her burden. Do you understand me?'
Tears seem to form in her musky brown eyes. "Lord, I- I promise." Her reponse satisfies me enough, and I let go- savouring the words she spoke. 'Then we are done talking. Return to your duty, please.' Without a second doubt she does as I say- and I watch her hurry down the halls towards the kitchens, the silver platter trembling with every step.
Never will I understand how such puny humans like her hold control of anything but their duty.
A thoughtful glance lingers in my eyes.. For merely seconds, before I continue my path towards the meeting room. There is business to be discussed. And punishment to be given.
I push the aligned doors of the meeting room open in one movement. Pushed by anger and hateful resentment, my steps are heavy and fast-paced while I rush towards my chair, clenching my fists around the armrests before I sit down immediately. 'So.' I do not even look up.
'Who of you all- brought the new Princess to my castle?' The sarcasm in my voice does not go unnoticed, tension gliding through the room, which is filled with many of my hunters, as I like to call them. Human, animal, treasure or trash- whatever I desire is what they find for me. Such is their lifelong task.
"Lord, if I may." One calm voice arises from the seemingly sea of tensed, nearly frozen bodies. Psh. Bunch of deers.
'You may, Ariathin, what do you have to say?' My voice reflects a grateful kind of respect, which I carry only for Ariathin- the most loyal and brave of all my hunters. He has lived his life in my service since the moment he was born here, within the stone walls of my castle, before my father's eyes. He deserves the slight bit of respect that I can bear to express.
"We sent Gunther to hunt this morning. We haven't seen him since, the girl that was brought in seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Perhaps he already found your judgement in his deed." A resentful grin plays around my lips. I lift my gaze and hold the eyes of my right-hand man with it. 'You think so, huh~..?'
My fingers raise to my lips.. And I tap them twice as a motion of thought.
'Find him, Ariathin.' He needs no other words- the loyal hunter gets up from his seat instantly, and only adjusts his belt before he leaves the room swiftly. Two others follow him.
'Now, as for the rest of you..' I sigh out, and stretch my arms lazily, already bored with the upcoming few days before they've even begun.
'I would say, get comfortable. We'll see if the trainers can do something about that what houses in the dungeon currently.. Don't get your hopes up.'
