|~Echo~|

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He then walked away from my cell and started talking with the guards. ,,Are you sure you want to do that, your Majesty?" I heard one of the guards ask the King. ,,I am." The stern voice of King Eiran echoed through the empty hall as they walked, their heavy footsteps and clanking of the armor getting closer and closer.

One of the guards steps to the cell door and looks back at the King once more. He gave the guard a small reassuring nod. The guard then opens the cell and let's the king walk in.

,,Stand up, freak!" The King says harshly and guards pull me up on my feet by my, still bleeding, wings. I whine in pain and a few drops of blood stain the cold stone floor. I stand on my shaky legs as I look down to my feet. The guard standing behind me pulls the lather strap on the back of my head to force me to look at King Eiran. As he does so, the muzzle on my face digs even deeper in my face. ,,It's very pretty indeed, Falco will like a toy like this one." King Eiran smirks and looks at my body with amusement.

I was practically dragged up the stairs and washed in a cold water. The old lady, that washed my bruised up body from all the dirt and dried up blood, was probably the first and last person treating me like a living,  breathing creature.

Next up I was standing in the center of a small room and pair of people, tailors to be exact, started to dress me up. They had to make a few adjustments to the clothes because of my wings, but they didn't mind much. I didn't resist but I was still curious why I'm being cleaned and dressed up.

,,Sir, may I ask why I'm being dressed up?" I ask, my voice just a husky whisper. They both turn their heads to me and with confusion and shock ask me: ,,You can speak?" the older one asks. I look at them, cocking my head to the side and nod.

They didn't say anything else. They just finished up quickly and sent me on my way. I was, once again, cuffed and dragged through the corridors of the castle. The guards were harsh on me. They pulled on the cuffs as the metal started leaving small cuts and bruises on my wrists. One of them tugged on the lather strap that's holding the muzzle on my face and started laughing when he saw blood dripping down my chin.

They lead me into a room where the King is already seated on his throne and waiting for my arrival. ,,Your Majesty, it's ready." As the older guard says this, the younger one pushes me in the room and I stumble from the sudden force and fall on my knees. King Eiran stands up from his throne and walks over to me, grabbing my chin and forcing my head up to look at him. ,,What a pretty thing you are." He smirks, his voice filled with amusement. As he stands up, he pushes my head back to the ground and wipes his hand from blood, my blood. ,,Tell my son to come here immediately, I have a gift for him." He speaks up once again, giving out an order to his men. He slowly walks back to his throne, his steps echoing in the empty room so loudly it sends chills down my spine. He sits down and keeps his gaze at me.

,,You wanted to see me, father?" I hear a soft voice behind me, but I don't dare to turn around to see who entered the room, because it was obvious. It's King Eiran's son, Prince Falco. ,,That's right, my dear." The King stands up again and walk around me, standing in front of the Prince. ,,This is the thing I wanted to give you." He chuckles and forces my chin up so Falco can have a clear view of my face. ,,Isn't it beautiful, son?" I look up at Falco and my blood drain from my face when I see the amusement in the Prince's face.

,,Thank you, father." The Prince forces my head up by himself now, but I feel his touch isn't as rough as I expected it to be. ,,Can I take it to my room to have a better look at my new toy?" he asks and gesture for me to stand up. I slowly get up, my feet hurting and my knees feeling weak.

,,Of course, it's all yours to play with." The King's laugh echoes through the room as another laugh joins his. ,,Have fun, son." Prince Falco forces me to bow down before we leave and I nearly fall to the floor once again, but I managed to keep my stability.

As we leave the throne room, something changes. When I loom up from my feet, I see Falco slowing down to not leave me behind and he's not smiling with amusement anymore. Instead he has a worried expression on his face.

,,What did they do to you?" I hear him mumbling on the way to his room but I don't answer him. He clearly isn't as cruel as I thought at first...

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Author's note

Hi guys, it's me again after a long time. I'm sorry for not being active but school is getting hard and the studying is really time consuming. We'll see you hopefully soon with a new chapter. Bye and happy New Year.

🔥Archie🔥