Behind Bars

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Man. Out of all places possible, you were accepted to... prison? The lowest levels with most dangerous weirdos and freaks that are probably gonna bite you each time you'll be giving them scheduled food. Good grief... at least not as something worse... or better... working in the castle would probably be absolutely awful knowing how much you didn't like new and lousy people. Knowing how popular the king is that definitely will be your numero uno problem.

As you walked through the front door, almost breaking your damn arms from how heavy it was, you were greeted by unsure, judging, and probably drunk glances of the guards and workers. You quickly looked around, searching for the main office or something like that where you can get the assigned job. Some men who were guarding the exit chuckled, seeing your worried expression and how skinny you looked. You just brushed it off and quickly ran past them, not without them calling out to you and you showing them the list, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," a somewhat quiet and tired voice said. You opened the door to see a man in his mid-50s, bald, scar across his left side of the forehead and down to his jaw without touching the eye. He looked at me with a peculiarly tired and studying look, probably trying to guess who you were and why a girl like you would be here. His office was filled with various photos of himself and probably his family, with a whole other frame just for his dog, a quite beautiful husky with light blue eyes. Of course, there were a lot of papers, magazines, and newspapers on, in, under, and above the drawers and table. Oh, there was also a weird dark green plant that was placed in the corner on top of a tall office drawer (idk how those r called) and looked like a scolded child. "What do you want? There's a sign on the door about interviews. No more after the last incident, " he said, not even looking up at you as he continued to read something, moving the cup of coffee away. You sighed, trying to feel more at ease, and quickly said, "I was assigned on a job to the lowest floor as a guard," he froze.

He immediately looked up at you, searching for a hint of smile or at least something that would prove that you're joking. You quickly continued, "It's not my decision, but I'm trained enough to be here. But I did not expect to go on those low floors, but there's nothing I can change now, " you said as you gave him the papers. He snatched them from you, eyeing you before he started reading. After a minute or so, he sighed and sighed the papers, putting them in one of his drawers. He quickly took a smaller piece of paper and wrote something down on it, sighed again, and handled it to you. "Give it to the guards on the third floor. They'll also give you proper clothes and your own locker where you'll have to put your stuff in because you better not be texting anyone or get distracted in the important minutes of your duty" you nodded at that and stood up from the uncomfortable chair before his desk that you were sitting on, bowing slightly as that was the first appropriate 'thank you' that you could think of. You were about to leave, but as soon as you turned the doorknob, "One more thing, girlie, be careful down there. Those ol' troublemakers will surely try their tricks on you in your first days. We all went thru that, so I'm warnin' you, " he said and nodded before he continued to read the newspapers. You thanked him quietly and closed the door behind you.

As you left the office guards gave you a look of curiosity and were not sure that such a lively girl will stay so happy and lively for so long down there but shrugged it off again and continued playing whatever they were playing in a group. You found the stairs and headed down to the third floor as fast as you can, actually excited to see where this will lead you... which surprised even yourself.

You opened another heavy metal door, which closed with a loud bang, alerting the guards of your presence as you shyly waved at them, showing the paper that 'captain' gave you (I REALLY don't quite understand how it all works yet so please don't throw rocks at me). The tall, probably most menacing guard out of that group of 3, took your little note  and nodded at you. "Locker 6 will be yours. It's open and already has clothes in it that probably will suit you. Pick a number when you'll be closing it and reset it so that it will be locked. Or, of course, you can always use the key instead of that number padlock, " he said and pointed on the door that probably led to some kind of men/women dressing room. You took the key from the guard and thanked him, walking towards the room and opening yet another heavy door.