My King

Chapter 13 - Judgement day.

Chapter 13 - Judgement day.

King Luka Black

I guide myself through the corridors of the castle, with my head held high, and my back straightened to the point of resembling a stiff board. Marcys and Alaska right behind me, providing a comfort I'm glad to receive at the moment. The dread of what I'm forced to do, weighing on my shoulders more and more the closer we get to the throne room.

At our entrance, my parent's gazes are diverted to us, and their whispering dies down, until silence has taken over the room.

"Mother, father" I greet them formally. "Thanks for accepting my request for your presence."

My mother smiles kindly at me, a warm gleam in her orbs. "Of course, sweetie" She sends me a soft nod, before scanning me from head to toe, a worried expression taking over her delicate features. "Are you hurt?"

I quickly shush her, before she goes spiraling with disastrous thoughts, her worrisome demeanor taking over. She has always worried too much for her own good - Especially when it comes to her only pup.

"It's nothing of the sort, mother, I am perfectly fine" I assure her, watching as her shoulders slump and a smile grace her lips once again. "It's actually about father"

My father's grunt is hateful as a glare settles fiercely upon me. "What, god tell, did I do this time?"

"Well, we'll get to that father" I answer with a grim expression.

"Guards" I yell, waiting for their hurried steps to come within earshot.

The guards burst through the open doors, looking around for any sign of danger, before their gazes settles on me, a bow directed at me, as we make eye contact.

"You called, your highness." One of them speaks up. 

I turn to my father, who's looking quite uncomfortable by the whole thing. His expression dumbfounded, yet with a knowing gleam in his eyes, that disappear before I can question it.

"Lewis Black, former King of the North, you have been accused of treason. The unspeakable things you have done, will end today, as you are sentenced to spend the next five hundred years in the underground, with monsters such as yourself. You are no longer permitted to roam freely and will be contained till your sentence has come to an end. As the new King of the North, I have the right to convict you for your crimes without a trial taking place. You will be escorted to the underground immediately, where you will serve your punishment." I end my judgement, gesturing to the guards to take him away from my sight. My voice held firm and strong, no emotions present, the rules of royalty imbedded into my skull, from the man standing before me.

The years of studying and memorizing every little detail is put to good use, in my time of need. The guards take a firm hold on my father, and he instantly starts trashing in their grip. His freedom torn from the shackles put upon him, a convenience he is resisting fiercely and head on. My mother's fearful gaze run between us, before settling on my father. She makes a move to close the distance between them, but I manage to imprison her in my arms.

"That Savage born spawn has poisoned you" He growls, pointing accusingly at my mate.

"You are the one poisoning my kingdom, father" I snarl hatefully.

I send the guards a firm nod and give my order. "Take him away and lock him in the underground where he belongs."

"No!" My mother screams, her face smeared with fat tears, her eyes red and puffy.

I hold her firmly against me, keeping her locked in my tight embrace, as she tries to run to my father who's dragged away.

"You can't do this Luka - I'm your father" My father shout at me, the distance put between us making his words hollow. The noise echoing on the walls.