The Rebel (#Wattys2016)

36. We Lost

Sorry this update came a day late! Anyway, long-ish chapter dedicated to many readers:

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"Keep walking, Your Majesty." The rebel barked to Skander's ear, pushing him forward.

Prince Skander had never felt so helpless. He was handcuffed, his gun was gone, his knives were now the rebels' and Adeen was out of his sight. The rebel kept pushing him forward, and the one on his right laughed, mocking the prince who had trouble walking. Left rebel laughed along, and Skander looked over his shoulder, where he saw the leader, the boy who had called Adeen by her name, following.

"Where is she?" Skander dared ask, which earned him a smack from the right rebel.

The leader smirked.

"She's in our side, prince." The leader finally caught up with them and laughed at Skander's face.

"She's more in your side, Zed." The left rebel said. "I heard she's a good kisser. That right?"

The leader laughed and Skander planted both his feet. The conversation didn't make any sense to him, but he couldn't bear listening. Both rebels grunted with his force but dragged him along. They pressed their guns harder against Skander's back, who gave up fighting, knowing he wouldn't win the fight that way.

"Damn right, Kieran."

Skander flushed bright red, as bright as the royal banners that surrounded them as they made their way down the halls.

"What does she taste like?" The right rebel asked.

The leader stopped, his escorts following his example. Zed looked back at the prince, who looked back. For a moment, his eyes caught Skander's, and he nodded at the rebels. Without a moment's hesitation, the rebels pushed Skander down to his knees, and he grunted. Zed smiled as he bowed mockingly, his eyes remaining at the same level as Skander's. He smirked.

"She tastes like tears. Sad and salty, but she's always so damn angry." Zed's eyes never left Skander's. "Isn't that right, prince?" Skander spat blood on his face, and Zed smirked. "Oh right. I must apologize, Your Majesty. I forgot that you kissed Lady Adeen, not Adeen. What was she like, sir? Happy? Delicate? Did she taste like wine? Or champagne? Was she fake? Real? Or did she lie and create a girl you'd like, a girl you'd fall hopelessly in love with? Did she tailor a Lady for you? A Queen to stand by your side and give you small royal rats?" Zed smirked, knowing by Skander's bright red face and killer eyes he'd struck home. "Did she ever love you, Prince?"

Zed stood up and kept walking, his escorts obeying the unspoken order and lifting Skander up. It wasn't long until they stopped in front of the doors to the dinning hall. Zed grabbed Skander's handcuffs and pressed his gun against the Prince's temple.

"Deep down you know the answer to that question, Your Majesty." He pushed him forward, and the two rebels opened the doors.

In front of Skander's eyes, his entire family knelt down. Jasper had been handcuffed and his feet were in chains, probably after the rebels realized how lethal he was. His nose bled, and both his eyes were purple. Beside him, the King wore a grim expression. He had cuts all over his face, so many that distorted his face until only his blue eyes stood out and let them recognize their ruler. And, behind them, the Selected. All the girls knelt down, most kept their head down. Most, but Lady June, who looked at Jasper. Tears were in her eyes, and as she looked at Skander, she paled. An unspoken question lingered in her eyes, and Skander, who was to pained to tell her the truth, looked down. Zed pushed him down besides Jasper. Skander looked at him, and then to the tables behind him. There stood a man with a black suit identical to Zed's, only he wasn't pointing a gun like the rest of the rebels.