I re-enter the damp cell, the stench sends shivers down my spine. I squint in the darkness trying to find Roy- but he's not here.
He's not here.
He's not here.
Where is he? "Roy?" I call out stepping into the shadows. "Roy! Answer me!" my throat tightens painfully. I walk to the corner where I left him but there is no trace that he was even there. Running back to the cell bars I bang my fists on them. "Where is he?" I yell . "Answer me you stupid pricks!"
One of the guards hit the hilt of his sword on the door forcing me to pull back lest my hands get crushed.
"Where is he?" I say through my teeth my fists painfully tight.
"Where he is doesn't concern you" the guard smirks. Smirks. The facial expression makes my stomach churn with unease.
I bang a fist on the bar's again "Tell me where he is or I will fucking kill you".
His smirk only grows "Well don't you have a bit of bite". A low growl comes from my throat as a warning. My lungs were ceasing and I could barely get enough air into my lungs. A cold sweat covers my body as my gut twists, I had already lost Roy once, I couldn't lose him again.
"Is he dead?" my head is lowered as I prepare myself for the worst. Before the guard can make another snarky comment a different one comes along. His smile is bright and illuminating but I can sense the strength even through his happy demeanour.
"I can assure you" he says in a voice that matches his looks "your friend is... fine" he hesitates on the last word. He turns to the guard no longer paying attention to me, "We shouldn't antagonise the prisoners should we Reynolds?"
"No sir" Reynolds said begrudgingly before walking away.
"You didn't answer my question" my tone is like ice compared to the boiling of my blood.
" Don't worry your pretty little head" he managed to say in a relaxed attitude.
My glare sterned "I'll worry however much I want to worry."
"Your little friend- what's his name?"
"Roy."
"Right Roy, well he's doing long labour hours with some of the other weirdos." I'm not sure whether I should be relieved or concerned. I'm happy he's not dead but Roy isn't built for hard labour or labour at all. He's scrawny and weak, even if that's rude it's true.
"When will he be back?" my voice is quieter then I would have liked.
"I'm not sure. I think he'll be working all night" he said before walking away. I look at his fading figure before turning back my cell.
If he's not going to be back till morning then I won't see him until tomorrow night. He'll be fine, I try to convince myself. I'll walk into this cell tomorrow and he will be here unharmed.
I take a seat in the spot we had shared the first night, it just feels a little more empty and cold this time. I curl into myself hugging my knees as I close my eyes desperately trying to drown out the cries and yells of the other prisoners. I will save you I think to myself before falling asleep.
A/N: Do you think Roy will be fine?
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An Assassins Crown
FantasyKatara, a highly trained assassin is sent to what she thinks is another world. When she gets there, she is prosecuted for her use of magic and taken to the Royal Family where she meets Verian. Verian is a prince and the heir to the throne. She is a...
