The Divine Gifted

9: The Prince

The next day...

Chris walked down the palace halls. He passed by Frida. She looked at him as they crossed paths.

"Hey, Chris?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?"

"Have you seen Flynn? He was left to deal with something that happened while we were out, but I haven't seen him since that happened."

Chris shrugged, "He hasn't called for me at all today. Maybe you can ask your father?"

She scoffed, "Yeah, as if." She started walking again as they went separate ways.

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Flynn sat in a dark room. Well, it was dark because he was blindfolded. He had been keeping track of time. It's been 17 hours, 42 minutes, and 3 seconds. It should be morning.

"Take his gag off." Someone ordered. That voice was unfamiliar. Finally, he was able to breathe normally again now that the gag was off.

Flynn coughed, "Are you going to keep the blindfold on me too?"

"What should we do, Your Majesty?"

Your Majesty?

"Fine, but if he uses his ability, I'm blaming you two guards."

The guards took off Flynn's blindfold. He looked to see him hands cuffed and tied to a chair. He looked up to see a man about his age. He looked like the male version of Frida. Dark blonde hair, hazel eyes, the same face, too.

"Hello, Flynn Law. I'm glad to be finally meeting you."

Flynn rolled his eyes, "Of course.... what's your name?"

"I'm Prince Victor; Frida's younger twin."

"Funny, my boss never mentioned you existed."

Victor's eyes widened, "Why- How dare him! I am the prince of Denmark! I should always be acknowledged!"

Flynn groaned, "Ugh..yawn. Mind telling me why you have me tied to a chair?"

"Oh, yes!" He cleared his throat, "I know why you're here."

Flynn's eyes widened, "Seriously? Didn't expect that."

"Wha- How did you not- Ugh.... nevermind. Anyways, you are here because you want to marry my sister: Laura."

Flynn's eyes widened. That was 100% not true by any means. However, at least he doesn't know the true motive of why he is here.

"What makes you think I want to be king?"

"Who- Who doesn't want to be King?"

Flynn sighed, "I don't know what's sadder. The crappy tie-up job you did or the shit job you're doing of interrogating me."

Victor looked at him angrily, "How dare you! I'm your future king! You will do as I say!"

"Funny, I thought Laura was the future queen.

Victor looked like he was going to explode, but he contained himself.

Flynn's veins in his arms buldged as he pulled his arms with enough force to break the chains.

"What!? But how!?"

"The metal on these cuffs are at least 10 years old by now," he holds out his arms, "If you look closely, the cuffs are starting to rust, and will eventually break down entirely."

Victor scowled, "Get me a better pair of handcuffs!"

"It won't work."

"Excuse me?"