sweet escape

Chapter 3: The ruin of a kingdom

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Copyright (C), 2013, Elaine Diab

"Are you even listening to me?!" shrieked the outraged guard, as he berated him on his lapse of attention. I snapped my eyes open, and sighed in relief, as my body temperature returned to normal.

Momentarily distracted, the robed man had retracted his burning gaze, and was currently giving the guard his full attention. The change in the neckless was seemingly forgotten..or pushed aside, as he stared at the guard in exasperation. I could see that he was resisting the urge to roll his eyes at the bird incarnate.

"You mean to say that these so called "threats" are to be taken to heart? Does she not trust my security Lucien?" He spat furiously, as he pounded his fists into a nearby wall.

I flinched, and thanked god that it was not a prisoner, that was on the receiving end, of that blow.

The newcomer named Lucien didn't so much as flinch at his outburst. He regarded him with disapproving eyes, as if he was a child that had thrown a fit, and shook his head. Sighing aloud, at his childish antics, he cooly studied him, and patiently waited for him to gather his wits.

After some struggle to regain his calm, the guard had finally succeeded. Straightening up, he shot Lucien a hateful look, and turned his head up, in a snobby manner.

At this, Lucien raised his eyebrows, and very calmly, regarded him in a bored tone.

"Well, Sir. Byron if you are done with you're battle against the wall.. I will be sure to provide you with a little advice." He said. The warning clear in his voice.

"Tightening your security as she has ordered before her departure, will ensure you, and the prisoners, are kept where they need to be" He reminded him in a clipped tone, that left no room for questions.

His forehead creased with asserted pressure as he was trying to make his point known, without giving away too much, to listening ears.

At the news, Sir.Byron did not seem the least bit entertained.

With protruding veins decorating

his face in barely controlled anger, he opened his mouth, and furiously spit out his very predictable answer.

"I will not tighten my security! My men are not the average farm men you see wielding pitch forks into battle. I'll have you know that they are trained and hand-picked by myself personally. This is an insult Lucien!" He spat, clenching his fists, as he searched for his next target.

This man certainly had issues with his anger. Giving up on his search for a new target, he turned to Lucien angrily and presented him with his final answer, that was once again predictable.

"Kindly let Lillith know, that she has nothing to worry about" He argued, with blazing eyes to match his sword. The sword that was currently hanging regally to his proud form.

Looking at the newcomer Lucien's face. I could see that he was less than impressed at his answer. His pupils had promptly dilated into dangerous slits, as his stare grew increasingly hostile.

Lucien all of a sudden oozed the image of predator as he matched the guards temper, without so much as raising his voice to make his point known.

"Choose your battles, wisely, Byron. She does not, take to her orders being so easily dismissed lightly. Now do as I say, or you will live to regret it" he spat, the image of calm leaving him.

And with those final words he spun on his heel, and left the room in an angry stroll that had nearby guards struggling to move out of his way, in fear of his wrath.