The Forbidden Entity (BWWM)

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Akkar's POV

After completing many tasks for Elkie and restoring order to the castle, I bowed as I entered the king's enclosure, halting to observe his shackled figure from across the room.

The king's enclosure, including the entire prison, suppresses all forms of magic and can hold many creatures—a feature implemented by the witch Versilia. The king's cell was designed solely for his confinement and remains separated from the rest. It is the largest and most fortified space in the prison, with a massive iron-barred door that locks from the outside and opens to a landing that allows a sweeping view of the entire pit.

A slew of steps descend into a rugged walkway that leads directly to a dome-shaped cage, and His Royalness resided in the center, bound to a stone chair, massed by silver chains. Every section of his body was restrained: neck, torso, arms, and legs. He even had a muzzle over his mouth for extra precaution.

"How does it feel to be in charge?" Kane spoke from his position against the wall. I bowed in greeting before joining him on the lower level.

"I can only wield the king's authority in times of crisis, so my feelings remain neutral."

"Did you notice those warriors huddled outside the prison, murmuring amongst themselves?"

"Yes, I dismissed them all."

"What did you say?"

"I told them: 'The king would not want his people hovering about while he remains trapped within himself.'"

"Can you blame them? Some were waiting on orders, while others merely worried for their king. We all worry, Akkar. You are not the only one who adores my brother dearly," he snickered.

"I know, but it is unwise to crowd him. We need to maintain a structured routine."

"Perhaps," Kane shrugged.

"How long have you been here, if I may inquire?"

"Long enough to pity my brother. As I observe him from afar, spooked by his bone-chilling expression, I find it unbearable to view him in such a state. The amount of reinforcements required to keep my brother submissive seems excessive, but that wicked look in his eye perfectly embodies a lycan who has lost control: A lycan void of any emotions. As we speak, Khirus is likely devising ways to kill us; he is assessing our worth and deciphering our weaknesses. His beast intends to cause immeasurable harm if released, and—"

"You wonder if those chains are strong enough to hold him?" I continued.

"Precisely; you get it. The stench of burning flesh has lessened, suggesting that those chains have embedded themselves into Khirus's skin. Yet, I still doubt they would hold my brother if he became active, especially with his tolerance for silver. Khirus should be severely incapacitated, but the lucky bastard is damn near immune to one of our greatest weaknesses."

"Magnificent, is he not?"

"More like terrifying," Kane chuckled. "If Khirus somehow escapes, he would reach us with little exertion. He would slaughter me first, of course; my brother and I have a tired history of petty squabbles, and my lack of formidable skills would make me a gratifying target. Perhaps I could charm my way out of death, but Khirus is privy to all my tricks."

"Where is your optimism, Kane?"

"Hiding beneath my soiled trousers," he jested. I smirked at his light-hearted tone.

"You jest so freely, my prince."

"Yes. I need not let my brother's dark and ominous mood ruffle me too much. Khirus does not belong in shackles, but I fear what he might do if released. Bantering keeps me sane."