I walked up to the entrance of their headquarters and look up. The tall doors tower over me as if challenging me to climb it. I knew better though so I knock instead. I feel foolish knocking on something so large but before I can curse myself the door creaks open slowly. I jump out of the way until it opens completely and I peek in. Two guards stand with guns pointed to my head and I take it as an invitation to enter. I step in and they both stiffen.
"State your name and purpose." One of the men demands.
"Alex. I'm getting married." I say sternly, trying to hide my fear.
"To whom?" The other asks.
"President Malak. Maybe you've heard of him? Short black hair, brown eyes. Kinda an asshole?" I explain.
"Never talk of our leader negatively." One says and takes the safety off his gun. I put my hands in the air.
"Let me talk to him." I say.
"Why should I trust you?" The man asks.
"I'm not saying you should." I say and hold out my hands in front of me. "Handcuff me." I order and the man steps forward. He takes the handcuffs out from his belt loop and secures them around my wrists. I look down and smile. "Feel better?" I ask and the man nods. "Good, now take me to Malak." I demand and start walking forwards. The man put his hand on the small of my back and pushes me in the direction he pleases. We walk through the halls as people give us strange stares. I nod at them happily and they furrow their eyebrows. A little girl walks with her mother as they whisper amongst themselves and I wonder if I'm known in the city as the one that got away. We keep walking until we stop at a door. A guard opens it for us and we step inside. The room is lavish and expansive. The carpet feels luxurious and the walls are papered with gold. The large windows are draped with red velvet and podiums are placed stragically around with gold lions on the top, mid roar. In the middle of the room a large desk sits with extravagant etchings in the grain of wood. Behind the desk Malak sits comfortably with his legs hanging off the side of the chair. He looks up as we walk in and smiles. He sits up straight and motions for me to sit down. I do and the guard backs up towards the door.
"How are you Alex?" He asks me.
"Oh just swell. And you?"
"I must admit I'm confused as to why you're here."
"I'm here to make a deal with you." I say and he leans forward.
"I'm listening."
"I'll marry you under one condition. You bring no harm to my family. You can kill whom ever you want but I can't let you kill the ones I love."
"What will you do if I say no?" He asks.
"You'll force me to marry you. I will rebel, I will fight and I will make sure everyone in this city knows you're a dirty bastard." I answer and he twiddles his thumbs.
"Fine." He agrees and beckons the guard behind me.
"Bring her to the princess quarters. Assign her a servent." He orders the man and he nods. Then Malak turns to me. "If you ever speak of this deal to anyone besides me, it's off. And by that I mean your head." He warns and I nod and stick my hand out to him.
"You have yourself a wife." I say as he shakes my hand.
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"This is your room." The guard explains as I step in. The room is huge and dark purple the windows are covered by heavy tapestries. Little light was coming through and the room was sumurged in shadows making the environment dark and eerie. The bed was at the end of the room with a large canopy hanging above it. I turn to the guard.
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