Sleep. He needed sleep. However the harsh yells of other prisoners and guards would not allow so. Aleksander had enough. "Will all of you just shut up?" He growled out. The prisoners and guards alike fell silent. "Moon." A gruff voice spoke sullenly. "My first born, locked away for a crime he didn't commit" Green eyes snapped from their closed state to looking at the gray bars. "Father." His voice faltered. "You mustn't be here." Rich laughter brightened the block of cells. Easing the growing tension. The guards allowed a rare smile to grace their lips. A deep growl then tangled in Aleksander's voice, effectively cutting off the laughter. "Do not laugh at me, father." The man known as 'father' was ushered out as the high queen entered. Exactly what Aleksander did not need. "My love," She began in her harsh voice. "Shall I fetch for the tailor? Or have you decided to rot away down here?" Aleksander felt the hard meaning buried deep in her words. Deciding he cannot survive like this, he nodded.
"Fetch the tailor," He replied smoothly. "Let us marry before the day grow old." As much as he despised the queen, he hadn't much of a choice. He was innocent, and wrongly convicted.
"Oh Aleksander," She purred. "You will make such a fine king." King. The word burned a nervous fire in his belly.
"My lady," A guard broke the silence. "The tailor has arrived at your chambers." Aleksander stood to meet his bride to be at the bars. Blood splattered on the queen as a bullet passed through Aleksander's heart and through his queen's.
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Lost Hope
FantasyThey call him Moon, however his birth name is Aleksander Marion. His mission is to protect the humans from his people.
