SWORN TO THE ALPHA KING

[38.1] THE WHISPERING HALL

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[SILVER RAYNE WILLIAMS]

I WAS GOING to be late.

Nothing else to it at this point.

This would be my life now. Forever on Lord Graydon's bad side. I turned the corner of yet another empty hallway, a steady throb in my head, a reminder that being late was the last thing I needed right now.

Freezing in place, I realized something after spotting a painting hanging on the hallway walls.

I cautiously walked toward it praying with all the little hope left inside me it wasn't as I thought.

My eyes trailed up the large portrait of two of the worst things on earth.

King Drake Alistair on a fricking horse. 

His crown gleamed with a sparkling air of authority and even the horse seemed to have that regal stance that let me know it was better than me in every way.

I bit my tongue, coldly turning away.

I was pissed at the mere sight of that painting. Not only because it was that of the King who had clearly expressed I would be killed on sight if ever he set eyes on me again and that obnoxious-looking horse but because this was not the first time I was passing this hallway.

No sir.

I seemed to have been walking in circles for the past 10 minutes. I was certain if I didn't reach 'The Whispering Hall,' or whatever, Lord Graydon was going to take it upon himself to punish me forever.

That was the least of my problems.

I had to stay on his good side if I wished to convince him to help me stay in Fang Court longer. I had to prove to him I could stay, that I could do simple things like finding one frickin room!

For PETE SAKES where on bloody earth was it???

I rounded the corner again opening into another random hallway. There were a few doors in this hallway but none of them screamed WHISPERING HALL to me.

If the hall was anything like the ballroom then the doors would have to be ridiculously large.

My feet were getting weary from the pointless walking, talk less of my neck that was being weighted by my helmet. I groaned, cracking my neck before freezing at an abrupt sound.

It sounded like ...chains- like -metal.

I strained my ears to hear the loud echo that was only growing.

Marching.

Guards!

I froze as I watched a pair of guards come into the hallway, marching towards me. I instinctively sidestepped, keeping to the wall as they marched closer, gazing up ahead, not caring for the sight of me.

As they approached an idea popped into my head. I was starting to think it was the first logical one I had since I got up this morning.

I could ask them for directions.

It was the only way I was making it to the whispering hall before Lord Graydon had my head on a spike.

I took a deep breath, watching as they marched closer,

"Excuse me!" I called forward but they made no hint that they had heard me.

I called again, but their gazes remained etched forward no visible emotion in their eyes.

Deep down I knew they heard me. They were bloody Fang. They could hear the sound of my heartbeat, they could smell that I was human. They could hear even my smallest whisper.