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"KING HARRY, I BEG OF YOU, JUST GIVE ME A SECOND CHANCE!" The pitiful man cried into his hands, on his knees and head hung down.
Harry sat still on his throne, his face expressionless, heart filled with no empathy whatsoever. His long fingernails tracing the rose patterns that were engraved onto their golden handles. Each stroke made a rough sound, paint chipping in response to the roughness.
Harry stared down at the man below him with disgust and malevolence. The violent stroking sound came to an end when Harry looked staring across that the man.
"Rowan Ming, birth name. Or 'Ro', as everyone in town calls you. 'Kind civilian' as the kingdom calls you. The amount of faces you have, it's almost tiring me." Harry says, no sound of remorse in his voice.
The king got up from the silky, cushion seat. Stepped down the three steps that separated the royal from the despicable man below him. Harry kneeled in front of the man, reaching out and tipping Rowan's chin upwards, making both of the men connect eyes.
"But you know what your identity is to me? A traitor. You have slayed five cyclops', and saved seven Mergunts. Freed them. Am I correct?" Harry asked, but it came out as a deadly command, because both of them knew Harry just wanted to hear the confession leave Rowan's lips.
It was silent. Rowan forced his cafe eyes away from Harry's intense vermillion ones, but failed once Harry dug his fingernails deep into the traitor's chin, drawing blood.
"U-Ugh!" Rowan almost screamed as Harry dug his Alpha fingernail into his skin, twisting it and pulling it out, licking the blood that surrounded the tip.
"Answer me, Rowan." Harry commanded once again, his eyes throwing daggers.
"Y-yes." The man finally gave in, but Harry shook his head. His nails drifting across Rowan's cheek, caressing it almost, giving him goosebumps. But Rowan knew, one wrong move meant that those nails would peel his face off in an instant.
"Yes what, Ro?" Harry mocked softly.
It was terrifying. The whole experience. The king's voice and tone was calm, almost soothing. The warmth that radiated off of Harry was comforting. But once you looked into his eyes, oh dear god, his eyes. It was as though they were the color of Rowan's blood, the blood that was waiting to be shed in a short while. It terrified the traitor deep inside.
"Yes, I murdered the kingdom Cyclops' and freed the Mergunts from their clutches." Rowan said, regretting it instantly. But it wasn't like his regret was going to do him any good.
Harry shook his head, displeased and put a hand on Rowan's shoulder.
"I put those cyclops' there as guards, you know that Rowan, right?" Harry asked, but wasn't looking for an answer as he continued. "But now look what you have done, killed my guards. Killed what is mine. And you know I don't like when others touch my things."
