I waited, my heart beating frantically. My mind raced at a hundred kilo per hour. This seemed like the end for me. I am going to be killed. "you there come with us",said one of the guards. I just stood, rooted to the ground. I dare not move. Soon he signalled to three guards to off course uproot me if you get what I mean.
Richard's Pov
"sire", a guard called to me. I stood up abruptly from where I was seated and looked intently at him for answers. He knew what I wanted from my expression. I was feared throughout the nine kingdoms and no one dared to defy me. I was ruthless to traitors and losers but that didn't mean that I did not notice or appreciate a work well done.
"mi Lord",he said with a bow? " the lass who poisoned ye' horses has been nabbed". I wondered what lass would dare do that, even more so, I wondered why it was a lass. Lads were the ones more known for mischief. I could not wait to see who this brave lass might be.
Ariella's Pov
These ruthless guards dragged me by my hair and clothes. They even put a chain on me. "what a way to treat a woman". I thought. "stop struggling ye' whimpering nut".a guard scolded. It's hard to believe that these well dressed guards find it hard to construct sentences. In my pursuit for adventure when I was younger, I had found my self lost and in a shire they called Davenshire. It was headed by a baron who was so nice. So I heard. I never got to ever see him. But I did see Mr Harry Richmond. He was an alchemist and also a teacher. He was always summoned by great noble men to teach their wards or concoct certain herbs for different ailments. He taught me how to read, write and speak properly.
Truth be told, it comes not as a shock the inability of these guards to make words, they must have been sold off and their masters cared little for them obviously. They man handled me but apparently their master must have gone to the feast as he was no where there and just as I thought, a guard came in and announced "the Duke has ordered that we lock up the criminal". "criminal... The nerve of this people". I glared at all of them but you know.... I am a criminal aren't I.
They pushed me into a small cage made of iron bars on a cart. Thank God I was petite or else, who knows?
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Dowager's pride
Ficción históricaA woman is left to deal with the horrible past behind her husband and admist all this, she must protect that which is the source of her living. It is a rough ground when dealing with resurfaced revelations.
