The Story of Justice

Chapter 14: Blood Brothel

Justice sat awkwardly at the dinner table, unable to touch the soup that had been placed before her.

Demetri sat next to her, glancing her way every now and again but she was too nervous to make eye contact with him. With anyone at the table in fact. Especially, the king.

Justice couldn't lie, she was afraid of him. She'd been anxious to meet him anyway, and after all that business with Luciano and the witch- who she'd managed to bring back to consciousness, not that she'd been particularly thankful. After cursing Justice out in a tongue that she didn't understand, she fast tailed out of there before Justice could even ask her if she was okay. But still, after all that mess she honestly just wanted to throw herself down and get some sleep. Instead, she was summoned, yes, summoned to the dining room for dinner. The servant who came to get her had given her the same look of awe everyone else had, and even bowed when he'd finished speaking to her. She tried to tell him that there wasn't any need for such courtesies but he looked at her as if she was crazy. So she just followed him, down numerous corridors and a set of extremely fancy marble stairs until they came to a room. He then knocked on the door, walked in and announced her.

"Justice Hanson of Hailing Avenue."

She was mortified. Why was he introducing her? And by her street name? As if that was all she represented. And just who was she being introduced to?!

The servant stood waiting patiently, but subtly inclined his head beckoning her to step inside the room. But she couldn't. She had the sudden urge to be sick and the more she thought about going inside the more she felt the bile creeping up her throat.

She saw the servants eyes shift from her to someone in front of her and then watched as he bowed automatically. He stepped out of the way and her eyes met Demetri's. She expected him to be annoyed with her, but all she saw in his expression was tiredness.

He said nothing to her, but simply held out his hand for her to hold. Flashbacks of Luciano's words and their fight came to her mind and her heart sunk. She felt bad for him, and that's the only reason she allowed him to drag her into that room.

As soon as she entered, all heads turned her way.

She scanned the room and saw a long elegant dining table that she thought held enough food to feed at least 50 people. The first person her eyes roamed to was Giovanni who smiled brightly at her. Then the long haired beauty that sat a little further up from him. The girls eyes flickered to her uninterestingly before she turned her head and looked towards the stern looking man at the head of the table. Justice knew who he was straight away. He just screamed power to her. Off the bat, she could tell he thought very highly of himself and she could also tell that he was not one to be crossed.

He had an expressionless face, one that she found extremely intimidating. Similar to when she'd first met Demetri, she found herself wondering what he was thinking.

"Dad, this is Justice." Demetri said.

His father stood up and approached them walking in as regal a manner as any true king could. Justice had tried to think of anywhere else to look but it was no use, it's like her gaze was drawn to the man. The males in the family had certainly inherited their height from their father. He must of stood at about 6ft5 which made him seem even more threatening to her.

He stopped just in front of her and took her face in his large hand, not very gently either and began turning her face from side to side, examining her. After a few seconds, he let go of her and proceeded to circle around her slowly. While he was doing so, Justice felt what she could only describe as a force, and a heavy one pushing it's way into her mind. It didn't hurt, but the sensation was odd and uncomfortable and it irritated her. She didn't know how she managed to do it but she found herself pushed whatever it was, out.