Abilons King: The Forgotten Tale Book 3

Gwaine Part 3

GWAINES POV
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"Gwaine corret?" The King calmly asks. His emotionless gaze staring down at my kneeling, shackled, form from a top his throne. Hands clasped together over his crossed legs.

"Yes Sire." I reply forcing out the respectful title. Only because of the beautiful blue eyes boring into my back, do i hold my sarcasm.

"Well Gwaine. My son has just finished telling me how you saved his life. Yet I find that hard to believe after the stunt you just pulled."

"But your highness he was..." I yelp as a sword is suddenly poking at my back. The kings firey gaze matching the scowl now pulled across his lips as he stops the guard from running me through.

"I frankly do not care what he supposedly did! It does not matter! He is a noble, you are a commener! You had no right to question his authority! Do you understand me!" I am just opening my mouth for a sharp reply when a soft familiar brush of magic along my mark freezes me in place. A gentle voice speaking into my mind in the softest of whispers.

"Please sir Gwaine. Hold your tounge before you lose it!" Glancing in shock toward the witch in question. I am confused to see the look of shock mirrored on her face. Obviously she didn't mean to cast her voice out like that. Nor does it seem like she knew she could do that, but now that she has. A look of determination crosses her eyes as once more she pushes her magic out to re- inforce her words. Growling but unable to refuse a request from the girl that holds my heart. I bow my head in submission. Gritting my teeth as I force the proper words through.

"Yes your highness." He nods at this. Seemingly satisfied by my response.

"Now then. Seeing as you did save my boys life and as you haven't caused Irreparrable dammage to a noble. I will be merciful. Rather then sending you to the chopping block like I should. I will give you a chance to atone for your mistake. I have spoken to the noble in question and he has agreed to take you on as his manservant. Now don't think this is a reward boy. The noble has assured me he will be sure to help you see the error of your ways. " i felt my jaw drop at this. Does this idiot truly think I would see being someones personal slave as a reward? Heck no. I ain't doing this.

I am about to tell him where he can shove his reward when once more her magic brushes against my arm in warning. Sighing in defeat. I drop my eyes to the ground as I respond in a tired voice.

"As you wise your highness." At this Uther smiles pleased. Motioning for the guards to unlock my chains as my new master comes up behind me. Gripping the back of my neck in a painful hold. His nails digging into my skin making me wince as he drew blood.

"Come boy. You have work to do." He snapped pushing me forcefully toward the door. Passing Merlin on the way. Meeting her eyes. I can see the relief but also worry clouding her beautiful blues. Offering a small smile as reassurance. I allow the jerk to force me from the room. Praying that I won't end up killing him by tomorrow.

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Its been 3 days since my "reward" and already I'm wondering if keeping this man alive is really worth avoiding Merlins Ire. Not only has the jerk given me more bruises then I can count, but he has also terrorized every maid he has past. Its gotten so bad that the serving boys have grouped together and insisted they serve him anything that a maid normally would. Theres now even a code. When the jerk is seen coming down the hall. A servant will begin whistling what seems like a happy tune. When in reality its a warning for all the maids to scatter.