❛Did you just steal a rose from my garden?❜
❛Oh, shut up, it's a gift for you.❜
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The Kingdom of Aldermore─once renowned for its outrageously skilled dragon riders who dawned over the widespread borders with an inf...
A guttural growl sustained in the air, heavy chains rattled on the polished floor, disrupting the partial silence of the widespread room. With each step, it felt as if the walls kept pushing themselves away, as if the room kept widening from quadrant sides. He couldn't tackle his surroundings which were embedded in a dim light, only allowing comparatively less rays to dawdle over small spaces.
Barefoot, he was dragged from the cold floor-and he swore, he saw his pathetic reflection below him as the guards kept dragging him at the centre of the room. The guards had a fierce hold on his arms, as if they wanted to squish his flesh till his blood vessels popped. He knew it would leave bruises on his skin which might took a while to heal. Not to mention the bruises he was bestowed upon by multiple cane beatings. How wholesome.
He was brought back to reality when his face kissed the carpeted floor, the stench of shoes and unwashed socks was deep-rooted in the carpet as if it hasn't been washed for over a decade. How hygienic, he scoffed, attempting to raise his head. A hand gripped his hair and yanked him a bit above from the ground, harshly dropping him back, with a much greater force than before.
A groan erupted through his throat and he didn't bother raising his head again, helplessly kneeling on the floor as if he was begging for his life. "What an unpleasant surprise," a cruel chuckle interrupted his thoughts.
"Rise, peasant." The voice was menacing and thin, but it carried every bit of command, an obligation for his mind to follow. Hesitantly, he raised his head again, there was a hint of terror latched to each movement he made. Trembling, he was back on his feet, chin lowered and so was his gaze. He felt the guards shift beside him too, stiffening up at their spots.
"Where is the girl?" He knew what was coming for him. The moment he was arrested for a so-called treason, he knew there was no way he was going to make out of this. This damned hell of a castle.
"I asked you a question." The voice screeched, each word sending a shiver down his spine. He remained silent, parting his lips to only close them tight again as if he was thinking of an answer.
His actions only angered the Queen. Her eyes narrowed at him as she watched him closely like a hawk watching its prey. The biting of his lips, a soft tremble of his fingers, the way he kept moving his left leg anxiously, the shivering of his body. She felt satisfied by his reaction.
"You know the drill." The Queen gestured impatiently.
A sick grin stretched over her lips as her eyes wandered across the room, almost thinking of some sort of way to bring misery to this boy. The Queen tilted her head, owning the silence as she watched the guards hurry and push the boy back on his knees, gripping his neck and raising his eyes till they met her's.
