The Lost Heir

Chapter 8

Amon's POV

I shouldn't have kissed her. Why the hell did I kiss her? I don't want her to get the wrong idea about me. She considers me a friend. It's just that, she was so terrified after those men almost raped her. I just wanted to take her mind off of it. The kiss wasn't planned. It just happened. The worse part about it, I actually enjoyed kissing Raven.

After the kiss, all I did was hold her in my arms. We waited for the storm to pass but it didn't look like it was going to stop. So when the rains eased up, I helped her back to the village. After what they did, I honestly didn't want to leave her there, but Raven told me that it would be alright. I knew she was scared even though she wasn't showing it. It has been a week since the incident.

Now I was in my castle, laying on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. There was something that confused me when we kissed. It's been bothering me for the entire week. I won't deny that I have kissed more women than I can count but when Raven and I kissed, it felt different. My heart started to pound in my chest and the only thing I could think of was her. That never happened before.

"Your majesty?" Marax said, entering my chambers.

He stood by my closed door until I motioned him to come closer. I propped myself up to look at him. Once in front of me, he bowed.

"What is it Marax?"

"The prisoner is requesting an audience with you sir." He deadpanned.

I sat up, blinking at him. Did I just hear him correctly? My prisoner wanted to talk to me. That's rare. He hasn't spoken to anyone in years.

"Did he say why?" I asked, getting off the bed.

He shook his head. "I'm sorry sir. He wouldn't say. He did say that it was urgent that he saw you."

Sighing, I pulled on a jeans and shirt. Shoving my feet in the nearest shoe, I headed out my chambers with Marax following me. We walked down the long hall, hundreds of corners, a thousand stairs and into the darkness. We made our way to the dungeons.

The area was cold. Frost forming on the walls. Even though Raum was hot enough to melt mountains in a second, the dungeons of my castle was cold enough to freeze hell. Along the walls were chains and shackles. Dried, fresh and frozen blood were on the walls and floor. There was a fresh trail of blood, that was quickly freezing, leading to one of the dungeons door.

My prisoners didn't complain. They couldn't. The moment the uttered one word in complaint, their tongues were removed. Think what you want about me. I had to be this way. The previous king was too soft. He disobeyed the laws of his ancestors.

I guess I should explain the workings of my kingdom. The throne of Raum is passed down through the generations of  Valac bloodline. The first king set rules that kept the demon world separated from the humans. We weren't allowed to have associations with them. They left us alone. We left them alone. The last king, King Ronove Valac, broke the rules of his forefathers. Since he had no heir, the strongest warrior in the kingdom was chosen to be the next king. And that would be me.

Rounding the corner, I stopped in front of the largest door in my dungeon. Marax opened the door for me and I entered. I may torture my prisoners but I wasn't a cruel king. They were given the opportunity to have a bath, as long as they didn't try to escape. They were also given two meals a day.

The prisoner was seated on his bed in a lotus position. His eyes were closed and his hands were clenched on the bed at his sides. Even though I say he's my prisoner, he never acted like one. He was too obedient. It was strange actually. It was like he knew what he did and accepted all the punishment that went with it.