The Roar of a Lion

Chapter 5

I stormed through the halls of court while Dylan walked next to me trying to calm me down. Through out him trying, I have growled at him multiple times.

"Stop being a teenage girl and just listen!" He bellows. I wince slightly and stop, looking up at him. He sighed with relief but I started crying. "Stop please!"

"I'm too young for this Dylan!" I crying. I side down the wall. Dylan sits next to me and I cry into his shoulder while he rubs my back soothingly. "It's only been a couple of weeks and I'm already getting assassins"

"I know it's hard but we will get through this" he says softly. I nod but I don't stop leaning on his shoulder. "You promise me you'll stay strong?"

"I promise" I whisper. He hugs me tighter as I start sobbing again. "Promise you won't leave me again"

"Why would I?" He asks. I start taking deep breaths trying to stop the tears but it wasn't working.

"You left me when Joseph dies. You left a grieving 10 year old girl and a extremely stressed father. Dylan you know how many times he has hit me?"

He looks down at me shocked and worried. I dig my face into his shoulder more and I stop crying again.

"He has hit you?" He asks still shocked. I slowly nod, He huffs and breaths harder. "When?"

"About a year after you left he was still really stressed. He had a drinking problem, he would walk into my room and hit me" I sniff and get comfortable again. "He did it everyday until a guard found him doing it and he had to go to rehabilitation"

"I'm sorry, Gabs. I didn't know" he says guiltily. He starts getting up and pulls me with him. We walk together to where the throne is placed.

I stand there just staring at where my father usually sits, I walk towards it. It feels like a crime going anywhere near it, the huge doors open and slam shut. I turn to see a messager sprinting towards us.

"Bengals. Attack. King. Dead" he huffs out between breaths. I look at him slightly confused not knowing what he said. "I'm sorry you highness but you father is dead"

"What?!" I shout. A huge crowd of people come into the throne room, all of them a very high up in the system.

"Your highness. You have heard the news" an older man speaks up. Dylan comes up next to me and grips my hand. Tears swell in my eyes as the news sinks in. "The bengals attacked the place he was staying and you father was one of the many killed"

"What does this mean?" Dylan asks for me. An old lady steps up this time.

"Tonight you are to be crowd queen" she says. My eyes widen with fear and shock, I start shaking.

"Tonight?" I ask making sure I heard correctly. She nods a smile coming into her face, I turn and look at the throne. It no longer feels like it's a crime to sit on it, I do walk up and place my hand on the stone seat.

"You will be the first queen of this pride" she points out smiling. For the third time tonight I started crying, my brother runs over and comforts me. He turns and growls at the crowd and they walk out of the room.

"That's a hard title to live up to" I say chuckling. Tears slightly rolled down my face, Dylan had made me sit down. "First queen of the pride"

"You'll go straight into the history books" he says laughing slightly. We both smile sadly.

"Are we going to ignore that we are orphans?" I ask him as my eyes dry. I look at him and he has surprisingly fallen asleep. I join him and we both sleep on the wide seated throne.

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Picture: guard boy that saved Gabby (sorry having brain Fath)